Kermit's POV
She let out a soft gasp, her breath catching as I leaned closer.
The rich taste of expensive wine filled my mouth when our lips met. Chateau Faith, if I had to guess. But beyond that bitter sweetness, she tasted incredible.
Just a sample, I told myself.
My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her deeper into the kiss.
For someone completely wasted, she responded surprisingly well.
And damn, it was better than I'd imagined.
My thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm, every rational idea blown away by pure want. Just a sample, I repeated in my head.
My hand moved to her throat, fingers wrapping around the delicate skin. If she weren't so intoxicated, I might have applied pressure. But that would cross a line I wasn't ready for.
I let my hand drift lower, finding the edge of her dress.
Just a sample.
But my fingers had other plans, slipping beneath the fabric to touch warm, bare skin.
I broke the kiss, cursing under my breath.
