That was easier said than done.
When Sarah's soft, feminine body shifted unconsciously, settling onto his lap as if it belonged there, his hesitation cracked.
The warmth of her thighs pressed against him, her weight light but intoxicating.
In that instant, he knew there was no turning back.
His hand slid up her back, pulling her closer, and then his lips crashed back onto hers.
This time, he kissed her with fiery passion—hard, demanding, almost punishing.
Sarah gasped into his mouth, shocked awake from her drunken haze, but the shock only melted into heat.
"Mmmm…" her soft moan slipped free as their mouths battled.
His kiss was overwhelming, the kind that stole breath and scattered thought.
When Sarah finally tore herself away, she was panting, her lips swollen and damp.
Her heart thundered inside her chest, and for a fleeting moment, reason pierced through the haze.
She had done it—she had kissed him, satisfied her curiosity, proved to herself what it was like.
