"She would have slid off the island then, but Anders had come around and was standing in front of her. "Oh. Hi," she said like a brainless twit. "Hi," Anders responded and reached for her waist. She thought he was going to lift her down. She thought wrong. Instead, he clasped her waist, stepped between her legs and kissed her. It was just a gentle brushing of his lips at first, then firmer, and then his tongue slid out to nudge her lips open. It all got pretty fuzzy after that. Her brain seemed to shut down and give itself up to the rush of sensation that suddenly exploded through her. Honestly, the man could kiss. He did things to her lips and tongue that she'd never before experienced. Her ex, Larry, hadn't been much of a kisser. More a pecker. Frankly, if he had a tongue, she wouldn't know. Anders definitely had one and knew what to do with it. When Roxy barked and they broke the kiss with a start, Valerie glanced down to see that she'd tried to climb the man like he was a tree trunk. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, her ankles hooked behind his legs, her arms around his shoulders, her hands cupping his neck and head, and her butt was off the counter and in his hands. Valerie stared at Anders, and said, "Mmmfph." Anders's response was to let his lips curve into the sexiest damn smile she'd ever seen. Valerie stared back wide-eyed and bemused. She hadn't thought the man could smile. But then she hadn't known he could kiss either, Valerie thought as his mouth lowered toward hers again for another kiss, one that never landed because Roxy barked again, this time rearing up on her back paws to plant her front ones on them."