Okay here it is:
Intrigued, she obediently parted her lips to allow entrance
of the raspberry. Before he could take his fingers away,
she grabbed them and licked off the chocolate. It had the
hoped-for effect on him. His hand held her cheek and his
mouth met her lips, still slightly parted. Their tongues
shared the lingering trace of chocolate. He pulled back
just enough to look for a sign of encouragement. Her
closed eyes and parted lips were all he needed. Taking the
dishes from her hands and setting them back on the counter,
his mouth again found hers.
Lois couldn't believe this was happening. She was
experiencing the most sensuous kiss of her life, and the
man sharing it with her was the last one she'd expected to
win the chemistry category. They kissed until she thought
she would go crazy if they didn't stop. Or maybe she would
go crazy if they did stop. Her lips left his mouth and
moved to the spot that had tantalized her all evening. His
neck was warm and smooth and she could feel the hardness of
his body beneath her mouth. Her hand explored the muscles
beneath the silk shirt, and he groaned. His hands moved to
her waist and lifted her to sit on the kitchen counter.
Then his mouth moved down her neck to her collarbone, his
hands still holding her by the waist. She felt his fingers
move up her side, exploring the areas exposed by the toga.
Her body was urging her to let those fingers keep moving,
but her brain chose this moment to remind her that this was
only one third of her experiment. Clark was going into
territory she didn't intend to put on the evaluation form.
This had to stop, she told herself without much conviction.
She had to try to keep all factors equal if she wanted to
do a proper comparison of her three dates. Still, she
allowed his hands brief access to their goal before gently
pushing them down to his sides and then adjusting her
sheet.
