Celeste felt quivers shoot from the pit of her stomach throughout her body, until she became highly sensitive to any movement he made, no matter how delicate or insignificant it was.
Lorenzo watched her with hooded lids, then his large hand curled around her throat, the small action causing Celeste to wet her suddenly dry lips.
Heat pooled low in her core as his palm slid up her neck to cup her jaw, then his thumb toyed with her lower lip.
"There is just something about you that robs me off proper decorum" He said huskily, bending closer till his face were mere inches above hers.
Celeste was still trying to process his words, when he dropped his hand and turned away, then cleared his throat.
"Let's head out, I already made a reservation for us about an hour ago. You'll enjoy the food since I made sure of that." He said, glancing behind him.
