If he didn’t kiss her soon, she was going to reach for his lapels and jerk him close and do it herself. Just when she was about to stand on the tips of her toes and kiss him, Cain leaned down and captured her mouth. His kiss was exactly how she’d imagined. Her entire body swayed toward him and he wrapped his arms around her in a hold that half lifted her from the ground. Julia’s arms slipped around his neck as she gave herself over to him. The kiss was intense and deep: a mingling of passion, need, want, desire, and longing. It went on for what seemed like several moments. When they broke apart, they both swayed as if their entire world had made a shift…and for Julia it had. This was above and beyond anything she could ever have predicted. Cain pressed his forehead against hers. “I knew you’d taste like heaven.” His words felt like warm honey. “You’re going to be addictive, aren’t you?” he murmured. “I…I don’t know…maybe…I’d like it if I were.” With everything in her, she hoped what he said was true. “One taste will never be enough.” She grazed her lips over his in a near kiss, enjoying the freedom to tease him. His arms remained around her. Her own were tucked about his waist. “You still going to buy me coffee in the morning?” “My word is good.” “Mine, too

That’s low, Cain, taking the poor girl’s newspaper. You should be grateful she didn’t turn you in to the FBI.”

“He took your newspaper; he didn’t threaten to bury you in concrete.”