Delilah's chest heaved with breath, her arm shaking a little when she fitted her lips around the bottle and drank. The champagne tasted like champagne always does, but the act tasted sweeter. Sinful. Like she was playing with fire.
"That answer your question?" She grinned, setting the bottle down with a loud clank, freeing her hand. She needed it to tug him over her, her lips on his neck, nails digging into his shoulder.