What was worse, the fact that her mind so effortlessly went down that path, or the way she struggled to keep it from doing it again? Even though Brian seemed to share her enthusiastic anxiety right then, Valerie couldn’t take her eyes off him. The way he chugged back his drink, no dainty sips, it did funny things to her insides. Man she thought, then wondered why arousal turned her into a cave person. She watched the droplet run down from his lip and found her thoughts fixating on the shape of his lips, what they would feel like against…

“Yes.” Valerie sighed, not so much agreeing as stating a fact, her mouth was dry.

“Maybe you should…” She was slowly leaning closer towards him, like a magnetic pull, “Get up off your…” Hands gripped the cushion she sat on while the tip of her tongue followed the barely there trail of moisture from chin to lips. “Knees.” She murmured against them.

It took more willpower than she wanted to admit to sit straight again, but she managed, barely.