She shrugged one shoulder, the movement sexy and strong. “It’s okay. I like the raspberry cheesecake.”
Ben made a face. “Fruit should not be eaten with cake. Or ice cream.” He gave a fake shudder and detoured back toward Rae. “I’ll drive.”
“Oh, you will, huh?” She held the keys out to her side, like he wouldn’t be able to get them there, a purely delighted smile on her face.
He swiped them from her with one long arm, and swept the other around her waist, drawing her close to his body. “I think I can get us back from here.”
She relaxed into him, putting both her hands on his shoulders. “What about the ice cream?”
“Maybe you can navigate me?” He dipped his head, and she froze in his arms. He thought about kissing her, and he knew she was thinking about kissing him, what with the way her
