Alex crossed the room in three strides, caging her against the wall with his arms.
"Now," he said, his lips brushing against her ear, "you stop talking."
Tatiana's breath hitched. Her hands came up to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt. "Make me."
Alex's mouth found hers again, and this time there was no hesitation. His lips moved against hers with purpose, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her gasp into his mouth.
Her hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping tight as she kissed him back just as fiercely. Their mouths moved together, hungry and demanding, all the tension from dinner finally breaking free.
Alex's hand moved from the wall to her waist, pulling her closer. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her dress, could feel the way she pressed against him.
Tatiana broke the kiss, breathing hard. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. Without a word, she took his hand from her waist and slowly guided it up her body.
