He nodded. “Guess I should head home now.”

“You don’t . . .” She gestured at his lower half. “I can . . .”

Hank frowned at her. “No. This wasn’t about getting something for myself.” He almost seemed offended that she’d suggested it, and Becca wondered what she’d somehow stepped into.

“Okay. Sorry.”

He sat up, raked a hand through his hair, and then got to his feet.

She sat up, too, eased her dress back down, and turned the movie off while he headed for the door. When she stood up, her legs were wobbly. Should she follow him out? He was already in the foyer, as if he couldn’t wait to leave. Strange man. Kinda hurt her feelings, really. “I had a nice time,” she called out.

Hank immediately turned around and moved back to her side. He grabbed her by the arms, bent down, and planted a hot, searing kiss on her face that made her mouth feel puffy. He stared down at her for a long moment, nodded, and then turned and left.

“See you in the morning,” she called softly after him as the door shut. Well, okay, there were a few mixed messages in there, but overall, the date had been rather nice. Her thighs squeezed together, reminding her of the rocket-fueled orgasm she’d just had under him. Okay. More than nice. Amazing. Her fingers brushed over her mouth and for some reason the lower half of her face felt sore. Curious, she headed upstairs to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

And gasped. The lower half of her face was bright red, her mouth swollen. Not just from the kisses, but from his beard. She leaned in and stared at her face in horror.

She had a full day booked tomorrow—Saturdays were busy at the salon. If this didn’t fade, she was going to have a lot of explaining to do.

*   *   *

Hank couldn’t stay there for one minute longer, or he was going to fling Becca down on the couch and screw her brains out. He knew she didn’t want that, so he’d beat a hasty retreat out of her house and practically ran off the porch to his vehicle. He managed to drive safely out of town, but when he raked his hand through his hair, he smelled her on his fingers.

He quickly pulled over, freed his aching cock from his pants, and stroked it three times before he came all over himself. With a deep sigh, he rested his head on the back of the seat and thought about the evening.