Or maybe she melted into Michael. All she really knew was that his hands found their way to her hips, which made it feel like the most natural thing in the world to let her arms slide up over his shoulders and around his neck in return. His hands tightened gently around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and she went very willingly. Dear God, he was good at this. Granted, she didn’t have much to compare it with, but surely most men weren’t able to do the things he was able to with just his mouth. It couldn’t be natural for a man to fill a woman with fire like this within the space of about three seconds. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recalled the knowing looks girls in school had exchanged when they talked about Michael Kingston. Now she understood what it was all about. The sounds of the auction slowly brought her back to awareness, and she rather dazedly separated her lips from his. “So, anyway, that’s why I’m late,”
