“I . . . guess I am.”
She closed her eyes and tried to think of why it was a bad idea. Nothing came to her. She nodded, a jerky and uncoordinated movement.
Davis grabbed her face and brought his mouth to hers, plunging his tongue past her lips and exploring her. The warmth that had ridden along her veins with the brandy expanded, morphed into a heat she couldn’t withstand. She clawed at her dress, needing to feel cool air on her skin. Davis accommodated her, peeling it over her head and dropping it. She worked on his jacket and tie, stepping with him as he backed up and moved in the direction of her bedroom. Their mouths were fused together, molded to each other with years of suppressed need. Luna didn’t even realize she was standing in her bra and panties and a pair of old high heels while Davis removed his clothes and kissed her continuously.
He only broke their kiss as he stripped off his shirt and worked his pants over his hips. Luna focused on his face as she removed her shoes and lingerie, then allowed herself to look down when he was naked. Her breath caught as she realized what they were about to do.
“Last chance for second thoughts,” Davis murmured.
Foreboding told her they would crash and burn, but she was going to hold on for tonight. While she had the chance.
“No bailing,” Luna agreed.
