Her gaze devoured him, every shift of muscle beneath his skin, every line of his body as his arm bent and then flexed in extension, the far-too-bright curve of his smile that had irritated her in New Dodge and now made her hunger for the plush warmth of his lips against hers. And that look in his eyes, like he couldn't decide whether to drop to his knees or shove the cart aside and ravish her--it set off sparklers of desire at the base of her spine.

Gaze still locked to his, she reached out for the glass, but bypassed it to trail her fingers over the inside of his wrist first to see if it occasioned a similar reaction to before. "Someone promised me pancakes and ice cream for dinner," she murmured, still stroking his skin.