Noah froze as Sophie's lips pressed against his, her hand cupping his cheek with feathery gentleness. His heart pounded in his ears, the taste of her drink still clinging to her mouth. He told himself to pull back, that this was wrong, too fast, but his body refused to cooperate.
Her tongue teased the seam of his lips and he parted them automatically, letting her deepen the kiss. She tasted like strawberries and champagne, sweet and heady. When her bare breasts brushed against his chest, the thin silk of her nightie doing nothing to conceal them, he couldn't help but groan softly.
"Sophie..." Her name came out as a question, a plea for clarity in the swirling confusion. But she just smiled against his lips, her hand sliding down his neck, over his collarbone, coming to rest over his racing heart.
"Shh," she murmured, her breath hot against his mouth. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."
