Delaney could feel him behind her, and it was doing things to her body. Her heartbeat sped up, her breathing got heavier, and a warm heat settled itself in the pit of her belly.
His hand on her hips made her breath hitch, and as hard as she tried not to look desperate, his breath on her ear was the last straw, and she let out a throaty moan.
"You're drunk," she managed, still clinging to her composure, even though her moan had all but shattered it. "You're drunk, and you said you were seeing that other girl." But even as she said it she was turning in his arms and pressing her hips into him, her big hazel eyes widening as she looked up at him.