Delilah clutched at his back, her fingers slipping off and body arching against him. She wasn't sure what did it, in the end, and it didn't matter, because her body gripped his and for a moment there were no rules, there was nothing but desire.
It ended just as swiftly and the wood against her back became reality, the aftershocks living her scattered and gasping for air.
None of which stopped her wishing she could reach the champagne bottle.