Something changed in Lily, her shoulders rolled back as if coming to a decision. She strode across the room, set her glass on the coffee table and pulled him to his feet.

"Come here." Her hands slid over his shoulders and tugged while she stretched up to kiss him.

Her need shoved aside all second thoughts. Starving for her, he captured her mouth, feasted on the wine on her lips. It wasn't enough. His hands explored, unable to satisfy the urge to know all of her. They cupped her ass and squeezed the tense flesh. She melted against him, her tongue tangling with his.

Lily's hands dropped to his chest, fingers slipping between two buttons to touch his skin. He burned where she stroked, then her fingers moved away to unbutton his shirt and tug it free from his slacks.

He pulled his arms free of the sleeves, tossing his shirt aside, and grabbed the hem of her top. Refusing to get caught in the rush, he lifted slowly and stopped as soon as her breasts appeared. He bent and sucked one deeply into his mouth, his tongue kneading the hard bud.

Her gasp went straight to his throbbing arousal.

Lifting his head, he lowered himself to sit on the couch, drawing Lily's skirt up her legs so she could straddle his lap. He grasped her thighs, feeling her tension. Her skin was so smooth, like silk beneath his hands as his thumbs glided up toward the juncture of her legs. This could go on for hours as far as he was concerned, this getting to know her body.

She moaned softly, her hips rocked slightly, opening herself to his touch. An invitation he was not going to turn down. She arched back, her breasts offered to him, her deep green and mauve silk top a stark contrast to the pale flesh revealed in the neckline. He wished for the talent to capture her in clay, her hills and hollows a classic siren.

She pulled her shirt over her head, tossing her hair as she dropped it at his feet. Her smoky gaze latched onto his, daring him to please her. His grin spread slowly and he licked his lips.

Never breaking their gaze, he answered her. He stroked just below the leg openings of her panties then slid his hands around to grab her ass. She rocked again, gasping, the corner of her mouth lifting ever so slightly. Her short, deep-throated laugh made his gut tighten, and her eyes widened, darkened.

Foremost on his mind was her satisfaction, making certain she enjoyed their encounter fully. He massaged her thighs and butt cheeks, following the rhythm of her movements. Each forward roll brought her more firmly in contact with the hardness beneath his zipper. Slowly he let his thumbs circle, stroking the curls through her panties. The circles grew more focused. They reached for her slit, then ran the length of her lips and back up.

She whimpered again, more pleadingly this time, but he just smiled. The play of emotions that danced across her face went straight to his cock.

"Not yet," His voice sounded husky. He wanted to let the tension build a bit more, make the payoff that much more intense.