Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

132 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
For a charged moment, their gazes held and he
couldn’t breathe as he watched awareness blooming to
life in those dark and seductive eyes that suddenly
looked huge in her slender face.
He watched her throat move as she swallowed and
felt a delicate tremor in her fingers. He might have been
able to release her fingers and let his question lie there
on the table between them. But then her gaze shifted to
his mouth and something hot and sultry sparked
between them and he knew he was doomed.
With a muffled groan, he leaned forward and touched
his mouth to hers, heedless of the plates and glasses and
serving dishes between them.
She tasted sweet and heady like the wine, and it took
every ounce of strength he had to keep the kiss gentle,
easy, when he wanted to slake his ravaging thirst, then
come back for more.
With the table between them, only their mouths and
fingers touched yet that slim connection was enough to
send heat pouring through him. More than enough. He
wanted to throw her onto the remains of their dishes and
devour her.
Still he held himself in check, not pushing her at all,
letting her become accustomed to the taste and feel of
him. After what felt like a blissful eternity he felt her
lips part slightly and the soft, erotic slide of her tongue
against the corner of his mouth.
He deepened the kiss, nibbling and tasting until his
breathing was harsh and ragged and his blood pumped
through his veins like liquid fire.
He ached to touch her, to caress and explore, but