Ordinarily the lost eye contact would have been enough to slow Maggie down, to make her wonder if she'd done something wrong and feel horribly embarrassed. At the moment, everything he did seem so sensual, even the way he took off his glasses. She felt captivated like a moth to a flame. Reaching over, she trailed her fingers through his hair slowly, then rested her hand lightly at the nape of his neck and leaned in, planting a feather light kiss on his lips.