His hand drew a course along her hip, teasing the silk gown slightly higher and she turned to look into his eyes with a gleam that seemed to tell him that she had been waiting for his touch. His heart pounded a rush within his breast and another stroke dissipated down her thigh, asking her to step away into the shadows. She nodded gently without a thought and moved subtle beside him as they faded a stride away from the happy din. She turned her chin slightly, a provocative invitation he knew and accepted and his lips spoke delight with a touch, and held in the coaxing embrace of her arms, he unfolded his devotion with a feverish kiss.
Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances