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"Hey..." Weston leaned in closer, his chest pressing against the back of the chair. "Hold still," he smiled, "I might have missed some."
She frowned, her brow furrowing slightly as her stomach fell.
How much more embarrassed could she be?
It was bordering on shame at this point.
Maybe this was the wrong choice.
"Here," he took her chin between his fingers, and leaned in, "let me help."
He kissed her.
He brushed his lips over hers in one direction and then the other.
His palm cradled her cheek, and he turned, tasting her lips again.
Tracy didn't move away.
How could she?
She didn't even worry about the mess anymore.
When his tongue traced the seam of her lips, she opened them and tasted the sugary taste of the sauce on the pulled pork slider he'd enjoyed.
The mix of flavors sent chills through her, and she had a feeling that he'd felt something, too, with the way that his hand gripped her arm and drew her closer.
Holy hell, he knew how to kiss.
He leaned in further and she tipped her head back as her mind struggled to remind her of something...
What?
She had no idea.
And figuring it out would take more brain cells than she had to spare at the moment.
She just wanted to keep kissing him.
When he broke away, she leaned in, trying to chase his lips, and that's when she heard it.
The raucous cheers from the whole barbecue joint. There was applause, wolf-whistles, and a few playful calls for them to "get a room!"
Deciding that she'd given the other customers enough of a show, she looked up at West and couldn't seem to keep herself from falling into those sky-blue eyes. "West?"
He smiled, one side of his mouth tipping up higher than the other. She must have hit somewhere near his funny bone for that to happen.
"Yeah, gorgeous?"
She loved the softer rumble of his voice. Even with all the noise surrounding them and people slipping past, she could hear him as clearly as if he was leaning in and whispering in her ear.
"Do you want dessert?"
She had to admit she wanted him to say no... and yes.
She had a feeling their pecan pie bars were out of this world.
Weston leaned in, pulling her closer until she was on the edge of her chair. "With you?"
