“Probably.” Even if it disappointed her. But he wasn’t like Greg. He wore responsibility like another shirt, and that was as sexy and appealing as everything else. If she was ever in need, she had no doubt that Hank would be there instantly, whereas her ex had thought of himself first, her second. So she got to her feet and picked up his hat from the peg on the wall, along with his keys, as he gently carried his daughter out of the house and toward his truck. Becca trailed behind him, watching as he skillfully opened the truck door with one hand, cradling Libby’s sleeping form with the other. He pushed the passenger seat forward and then settled his daughter in her car seat in the rear seat of the truck and carefully buckled her in.

He turned to look at Becca, and she held out the keys and hat to him. “Thank you for a lovely dinner.”

“Do I get dessert?” Hank moved forward to her, his hands going to her arms.

“Dessert?”

“Just a taste,” he said, and then leaned in, stooping low so he could brush his lips over hers.

And oh . . . that kiss was perfection. She moaned into his mouth as he slicked his tongue against hers. Her hands went to his shirt and she clung to him as he coaxed and tasted, nibbled and explored her mouth. She’d never been kissed like this. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of her mouth, like it was endlessly fascinating to him and he had to have more, more, more. Kissing Greg had been nothing like this. Nothing at all.

She never wanted it to end.

His tongue was like heaven. His big body loomed over hers, both protective and strong. As he kissed her, the world around them disappeared until there was nothing for her except his hands on her arms, his lips on her lips, his tongue caressing her tongue . . . and the heat between her thighs.

Hank pulled away far too quickly. She could have kissed him for hours, but he gave her a rueful smile. “Told myself it’d just be a taste.”

“Oh. Right.” Flustered, she brushed her hair back from her face with a shaking hand and tried to give him a smile. “Let me know when you want the whole buffet.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than she felt like an idiot. He stared at her, and then one of those slow smiles crept across his lips. He leaned in again, his fingers skating along her jaw. “Not gonna let myself feast until I have time to savor every mouthful.”

And goodness, now her whole body was flushing. Becca resisted the urge to fan herself as he checked on the sleeping Libby one more time, then carefully shut the door. Hank gave her one last lingering look before he got into the cab of the truck.