Talia was lost in a daze caused by Damon's proximity and the alcohol made her forget that they were in the middle of a crowd with numerous gazes on them.
Everything about Damon was warm and welcoming and enhanced by his addictive scent of the forest and the dark chocolate.
How can a girl not lose herself in the sensual dance that extended beyond moving their limbs?
She could feel his erection pressing low on her belly, and she knew how that was for her because the mate bond made her sense his desire. Or maybe that was her desire.
Talia's arms moved around Damon's neck, and she got on her toes. Her lips silently searched for his, to stave off the thirst that only his flavor of the dark chocolate can satisfy.
