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saying it. She threw her arms around O.E. "You can keep

calling me Bec."

O.E.'s squeezed her back. "Whoa! I didn't expect that.

I'm very impressed."

"And I, in turn, am impressed with the smells coming

from the kitchen."

He inhaled slowly. "Thank you. I hope you like spicy

food. I've made a few of my favorite Chinese dishes. Hunan

chicken and eggplant with garlic sauce. Come, let's toast to

our mouths-mine able to function again and yours as

exciting as ever." He wrapped an arm around her waist and

led her to the bar.

O.E. pointed at the gin and tonic bottles. Rebecca

nodded, and he mixed a drink for her, then made a neat

bourbon for himself.

O.E. eyed Rebecca carefully as he handed the glass to

her, never breaking contact. They continued to peer at each

other, clinked their glasses in unison, and drank.

Kiss him now. Rebecca could feel the magic in the air.

She set her glass down and reached out to touch his jaw,

gingerly at first, in case he was still sensitive. He took her

hand, held it firmly against his face, then kissed her palm.

Rebecca brought her other hand up to frame his rugged

jaw. "So are you completely healed? How far can you open

your mouth?"

O.E. glowed like a comedian about to deliver a punch

line. "This far. . ."

He grabbed her and held her close, their lips an inch

away for a fraction of a breath. Then he dropped down and

landed on her mouth, his kiss soft and warm. Rebecca's eyes

shot open. She grabbed him harder, clutching at his body as

if it were a life preserver. His earthy, lemon scent filled her

head.

They let their lips play for a long time, flying and

skipping, heating up. Tongues came out to join the fun,

raising the temperature even more. They fell under each

other's spell, nibbling, sucking, and devouring.

Yes, still great kisses. This is going to be good. Rebecca

wanted him, but the smell of food distracted her. She

hesitated in his arms, releasing her grip ever so slightly. O.E.

must have noticed, because he relaxed too and pulled back

a few inches.

"I could strip you naked and eat you for dinner." His

voice rumbled through her body. "But I've made something

else to eat, so I'm going to save you for dessert. I've waited

two weeks-I can wait another half hour."

He started for the kitchen. "I'll be right back."

She followed him in and admired the clutter-

simmering pots and pans, torn bags, utensils and mixing

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