Her gaze drifted unbidden to Dillon’s mouth and rested there, its focus narrowing until she could see nothing else. The room around her became warm and still. You must remember this… Oh, she did remember, not just with her mind but with all her senses. As she watched Dillon’s mouth form the words of the song, she felt the movement of his lips on her own, inhaled the warm cinnamon scent of his breath, and tasted his essence on her tongue. Her body grew heavy and languid; she fought valiantly against the compulsion to close her eyes. A sigh is just… " James, party of two?" Relief washed over her, shocking as a cold shower. She jerked her gaze to the hostess, feeling obscurely guilty and at the same time disoriented, as if she’d awakened abruptly in a strange place. Control, she thought desperately as she got up to follow the smiling hostess. She had to maintain control. And she couldn’t do that if she let herself think about that kiss, and the way his hands felt on her body.
