Suddenly realising what she’d done, she froze, ready to apologise for taking liberties and blame the booze, but then his arms were around her and he was kissing her back and oh bloody hell if it wasn’t the most delightful thing ever. She mewled against his mouth, sucking his lower lip between her own and eliciting an absolutely divine groan from him.  Fuck. Make that sound again, she thought as it reverberated through her entire core. If she could make him come undone, she would consider it the most incredible achievement in her life. Wiggling closer, she deepened the kiss, delighted as she felt his palms rubbing now along her hips, her thighs, cupping her arse. There. Another groan, and she could feel that he was hard. Dinner was vastly overrated. 