* Lawrence *
At present...
Her soft body molding against mine sent a pulse of heat straight through me. Every sway we took on the dance floor felt like a whisper of something deeper, darker, aching just beneath the surface. It had been nearly six months since Dianne and I had done anything remotely intimate, but that thought evaporated into nothing compared to what I felt now. Just holding her, the way her curves melted into me, the warmth of her breath brushing my throat, had every nerve ending in my body sparking like live wire.
I dipped my head closer to her ear, letting my lips hover, barely grazing her skin.
"How many glasses of champagne did you have?" I murmured, the words slow and thick, edged with the hunger I was trying, and failing, to hide.
She shivered, a sweet, involunta
