Her own tongue reached for his.It had been so long since she’d been held by him, for all that she remembered, so much had been forgotten. The strength in his arms, the changing of rhythm as his heartbeat matched itself to hers, the feel of his growing erection throbbing against her stomach, making promises she knew he could keep.Liz felt her own arms lifting to wrap around his neck, wanting to hold him like this forever. The textured feel of the knit fabric of her dress against his linen tunic and slacks only added to the sensuality building throughout her whole body.How could she ever have walked away from this? He was so warm and alive, and even after all these years and all the damn confusion he still felt more right than anything. How was that possible? Hearing the soft sigh that escaped from her throat, Liz decided she didn’t care how, she was just glad for it.Holding her against his chest, Darius thought she smelled as sweet and fresh as the island flowers. His hands roamed over the outline of her body, made so conveniently available by the open material of the dress.His mouth moved to her bare neck and he found that he liked the short haircut after all, because, just as he’d told her, it gave him easy access to the soft skin of her neck.
