I can’t help it. I’m trembling and with the glass in my hand, magnifying the movement, he can’t miss it. “You need to relax,” he says.
He takes the glass from me, putting it down along with his own, then his hands on my shoulders, he draws me in, his lips brushing over mine, teasing them apart.
Sweet and cool with the wine, his mouth captures mine. The kiss is slow and sensual and speaks of everything which lies between us.
He turns me, stands behind me, but the kiss continues, his breath warm as he nibbles and mouths the soft curve of shoulder to neck.
Fingers trace a line from the top of my spine, up and into my hair. “Bend forward,” he murmurs. His voice is slow and chocolaty and the lightest pressure between my shoulders pushes me forward and down. A tingle shivers down my spine, w
