Her lips parted under his. His tongue swept into her mouth, greedy, possessive, and she moaned into him.
Ivy let out the moan she had been holding back. She couldn't cage it anymore, not with his mouth devouring hers, not with his hands hovering so dangerously close to the place she ached most. She grabbed his wrist, fingers trembling, and guided his hand back between her thighs. It was reckless, desperate. Touch me. End this torment.
Winn's smile curved against her lips. He broke the kiss deliberately, leaving her lips swollen and needy. Ivy whined at the loss, the sound girlish, frustrated.
"Do you let every man who asks for a private dance treat you like this?" Winn's smirk was maddening. His fingers still lingered at the seam of her thighs, reminding her of the dangerous line they had already crossed. Ivy's chest heaved, her breath coming shallow.
Her instinct screamed at her to deny, to snap back.
