When she reached him, her arms went around his waist and her body crushed against him. He dropped the bag with the Chinese food and wrapped his arms around her, too. At the feel of her soft breasts pressed against him, he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, which caused his body to tighten, but beneath the fabric he could feel a strap around her torso.

Then her lips found his and his heart raced. Her soft mouth moved on his, her tongue stroking the seam of his lips. He opened, welcoming her in. Her tongue dipped into his mouth, her delicate exploration making his cock swell.

She tasted of wine and his gaze swept to where she’d been sitting in the living room. There was a nearly empty bottle of wine and a single glass.

He drew back. Shit. Her warm welcome had made him think that tonight might be the start of something new and special between them. Romantic. Sexual. Fulfilling.

But if she’d been drinking …

“I’m so glad you came over,” she said, her head pressed against his chest. He stroked her hair from her face.

“Of course. Is everything all right?”

She gazed up at him, her soulful eyes gleaming with sadness. “It’s over between Dare and me.”

She took his hand and tugged him forward. He grabbed the bag, then let her lead him to the living room.

“I’m sorry, Ash.” He placed the bag on the coffee table as she turned around.

“No you aren’t, but that’s okay. I know it’s because you care about me.” She slid into his arms again and he couldn’t help but hold her close and enjoy the play of her lips on his again.

“Yes, I do, and that’s why I need to back off right now.”

Her eyes widened as she gazed up at him. “But, why?” Her hand flattened on his chest and stroked downward. Very slowly. Sending heat wafting through his body as she neared his growing cock.

He planted his hand on top of hers, stopping its travels.

“Ash … sweetheart … it looks like you’ve had a lot to drink.” He eased away from her soft body. “There’s no way I’d take advantage of the situation.”

He gestured to the nearly empty wine bottle on the coffee table.

She glanced around then turned back to him. “I’ve had two glasses, that’s all. That’s the bottle left over from the last time you were here for dinner.”

He remembered they hadn’t finished the wine that night and … yes, two glasses would be about right.

His gaze fell to her wide eyes. Damn, this was really happening.