Foreman relaxed even further as Amber smoothed her fingers over his suit coat, rubbing the muscles in his shoulders gently through the fabric. Her smile was playful, lazily satisfied, and Foreman saw her gaze dart down to his lips before she met his eyes again. Hers were a deeper blue, now, and she was studying him with an intensity he nearly recognized. Part of it was desire--Foreman was certain he wasn't mistaking that, and he was feeling it more himself as time went on--but part of it was...speculation, too, as though she was calculating exactly what her next move would be, what his might be. Foreman was just as eager to find out. A few teasing touches--her fingers against his lip, his brushing over her palm--were only the start. Amber was close enough that Foreman could feel the warmth of her breath against his cheek. In fact, he could feel the heat of her body all the way down, even though they weren't quite pressed together. After the cool damp outside, Foreman could feel himself growing warmer. As Amber squeezed his shoulders, her hands moving above the collar of his dress-shirt to touch the bare skin of his neck, Foreman couldn't help but dip his head closer to her, encouraging the massage.
His eyes widened slightly at Amber's words. They were cheek to cheek, and he didn't know if she'd caught his expression, but she couldn't help but notice the way he'd instinctively tightened his fingers on her hips. Her voice lilted teasingly, but after everything she'd said so far tonight, Foreman had no doubt that she was serious. "I wouldn't," he murmured back. Everything she did, everything she said, only reinforced his feeling of complete satisfaction with himself. He tipped his chin back just enough to meet her eyes from under half-lowered eyelashes. "Right here? That waiter might interrupt. I wouldn't have time to do everything to you that I want," he said, the words barely more than a whisper, and as sincere as he could make them. He leaned in, hesitating the barest second before kissing her, his lips only a breath away from hers. His heart was definitely pounding now, and he drew her flush against him. They'd stopped moving, but Foreman swayed against her body lightly. He could feel the heat in his groin building, probably not enough for her to feel yet, but if they kept rocking against each other, exactly how interested he was would be harder to hide. "I think we both want this to last."
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His eyes widened slightly at Amber's words. They were cheek to cheek, and he didn't know if she'd caught his expression, but she couldn't help but notice the way he'd instinctively tightened his fingers on her hips. Her voice lilted teasingly, but after everything she'd said so far tonight, Foreman had no doubt that she was serious. "I wouldn't," he murmured back. Everything she did, everything she said, only reinforced his feeling of complete satisfaction with himself. He tipped his chin back just enough to meet her eyes from under half-lowered eyelashes. "Right here? That waiter might interrupt. I wouldn't have time to do everything to you that I want," he said, the words barely more than a whisper, and as sincere as he could make them. He leaned in, hesitating the barest second before kissing her, his lips only a breath away from hers. His heart was definitely pounding now, and he drew her flush against him. They'd stopped moving, but Foreman swayed against her body lightly. He could feel the heat in his groin building, probably not enough for her to feel yet, but if they kept rocking against each other, exactly how interested he was would be harder to hide. "I think we both want this to last."