As Reba was telling Brock goodnight, he leaned in and softly kissed her on the lips. The fireworks, butterflies, and everything else she missed about his kiss were still there. She loved the way his kiss was always so gentle, but filled with so much power. Reba regained her strength that was lost by the surprised kiss and kissed Brock back with a knee weaking kiss. Neither had felt this good in along time.
"Reba you have no idea how much I've missed you're kiss." "Stop talking Brock, you're ruining the moment." Reba laughed as their lips met once more. "Do you want to come in?" Asked Reba, as she ran Brock's tie between her fingers. She knew it was not a good idea to ask since his divorce wasn't final. Barbara Jean, however had already given Brock and Reba her blessing to be together.
Brock wanted nothing more than to go inside of Reba's house, but didn't know if it was right. At this point though he didn't care what was right or wrong. The only thing he knew for sure was that he wanted to be with Reba. "Are you sure you want me to come in your house Reba. If I do I cant promise that I will be able to keep my hands off of you." Reba laughed and placed a small kiss on his cheek. She unlocked the door and the guiding him into her house holding his hand.
"We didn't have any dessert at the restaurant, so why don't we have some now." Reba said as she set her purse down on the table, and then made her way into the kitchen. Not believing what had gotten into Reba, he followed her. "What kind do you have in mind?" Brock asked, as he sat on a stool, looking at Reba while she went through the freezer. "I was thinking some strawberry ice cream."
While Reba got their dessert set up, Brock went into the living room and turned on the news. He heard a phone ringing and looked at his, but it was on silent so he was sure it was Reba's. "Reba our cell phone is ringing." Brock called to Reba through the window that was separating the kitchen and living room. "Can you answer it for me?" Reba asked Brock as she was putting the ice cream in the bowl.
"Hello." Brock said when he answered Reba's phone. "Dad what are you doing? I thought I called mom's phone." "Oh hey Cheyenne, your mom is in the middle of something so she asked me to answer her phone." "Oh ok dad. So how was your dinner with mom?" "It was great Cheyenne. You really helped her pick out a beautiful dress and it blew me away." While Brock was talking to his daughter, Reba walked into the room and set the ice cream on the coffee table. Reba couldn't help but over hear the conversation that was going on. Brock felt somebody look at him, and turned around to see Reba sitting on the couch. 'Listen honey, I need to go , but I'll tell your mom to call you when she has a minute." He said as he hung up the phone and made his way over to the couch.
"I'm sure your not going to eat that whole bowl by yourself." Brock said as he sat on the couch facing Reba. They were both inches away from each other. "I was thinking of saving you some if you want it." Reba said while grabbing the spoon from the bowl and putting a bit into Brock's mouth. "How do you like it?" she asked with a smile on her face. "Its really good but I think its missing something." Reba gave him a confused look, and Brock captured her lips in an earth shattering kiss. Neither wanting to let go of the other didn't stop the kiss until they were running out of breath. "I think I like this dessert better." Reba said in between kissing Brock. "You want to take this upstairs?" He asked, not able to control himself any longer.