Oh? All she got was “oh”? She bit back her frown and stared at him for a long moment. He didn’t move, and when the disappointment threatened to crush her, she decided she’d return to the other end of the couch and pretend like the conversation never happened. She started to get to her feet—

The moment her butt left the couch, Hank’s heavy arm snagged her around the waist. He drew her backward and she tumbled into his arms, letting out a squeak in surprise. Becca turned to look at him and realized breathlessly that her face was only an inch or so away from his. They were so close that their noses were practically touching.

“Remember that part where I said I wasn’t very good at this dating thing?” he murmured. “Still applies.”

“Yes, but—”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence. He clamped one of those big hands on the back of her neck and pulled her toward him, and then his mouth was on hers. Becca stiffened, shocked at the bristly feel of his beard against her face, but the softness of his mouth soon took over everything. He tasted sweet—like peppermint and popcorn—and she wondered if he’d been sneaking breath mints. His lips brushed over hers, nipping and kissing and exploring, and a little sigh of pleasure escaped her, her arms twining around his neck. Then his tongue was brushing against hers, and she let out a full-blown moan.

God, his mouth was amazing. Hot and insistent, he knew just how she wanted to be kissed. He didn’t try to attack with his tongue. It was more of a coaxing, a flirty dance between mouths, slick and subtle and teasing all at once, and it made her ache all freaking over her body. His hand was in her hair, his other on her back, and the kisses grew hotter and more intense with every moment that passed.

He cupped her face, tilting it ever so slightly, and then began to lick at the inside of her mouth, as if he couldn’t get enough. She’d never been kissed so deeply, so erotically, and her hips shifted against his thigh.

To her surprise, Hank groaned, the sound full of need, and it made her toes curl with pleasure to hear it. Oh wow. So he liked kissing her? So—

She lost track of her thoughts as he slid a hand under the hem of her skirt and caressed her thigh. Oh sweet heavens, that felt good. So good.

Whimpering, she grabbed his hand and steered it out of her skirt and to someplace new and equally bold—her breast. “Keep touching me,” she whispered. “I like it.”

“Becca,” he groaned against her mouth. “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop.”