He cups my chin, pulling me closer, then lowers his head. I breathe in his scent and melt in his arms. His mouth claims my lips, and he shifts his weight, sliding his left hand down my arm and over my thigh. His hand slides under my dress.
I jump and my body tenses.
"What are you doing?" I ask, barely above a whisper.
Thighs pressed together, I push his hand away.
"We're in a public place." My eyes dart to the doorway, where the main waiter with gray hair stands at attention.
"We are in a private dining room that is dimly lit," he whispers in my ear. "Plus, this is your fault."
"My fault? How do you figure that?"
"Because you did not put on your panties. You cannot expect me to sit here and do nothing, especially knowing there is nothing stopping me from touching you."
"Um, try com
