Foreman hummed in satisfaction when Amber kissed him back. He wanted to take his time, explore her mouth, but she was already kissing him harder than he'd expected. Foreman tightened his arms around her, unable to resist, even though the angle was awkward. He could practically feel the eyes on them, whether anyone was actually watching or not, but he'd started this, and he was hardly going to back down. He'd rather do this where they had more privacy and more time--where he could let his palm, spread flat over Amber's stomach, slide down between her legs and find out if she was reacting anything like he was.

Not here, though. Foreman heard Amber's moan, and damn, he wanted to hear it more--pull sounds and reactions out of her, see just how wild he could drive her. He was sure she'd be more than satisfied, and the ideas of what he'd do, how he'd make her writhe for him, filled his mind. Foreman had to stop this before they really were fulfilling Amber's promise to have sex on the dancefloor. He dragged his mouth away from hers and kissed his way up her neck, bringing up one hand to brush her hair back from her throat. Sucking lightly towards her ear, catching her earlobe in his teeth, to show he was more than fine with returning the nip she'd given him earlier. "We should go," he whispered, before stepping back. He closed his overcoat--Amber would probably laugh at him, knowing why. He took his umbrella and started for the door slowly, waiting to walk with her. He'd need to follow her once they were on the road, and he was too eager to wait any longer than necessary.