Tanya found herself holding her wine glass in both hands to keep from spilling. His strong, firm body behind her made her shiver, but not from any cold... From arousal. She felt his lips near her ear, his warm breath caressing the skin of her sensitive neck and the brush of her fingers as he moved her hair... She tilted her head to the side, granting him even more access and her eyes closed. She sighed at the feel of his lips... She felt herself getting weak in the knees...<br/><br/>She felt him turn her head back and her eyes opened again and then they shared their first kiss, a kiss that left her breathless. She found herself leaning back even more now, for support and balance as much as for warmth or heat. She remembered her wedding night, how for a very brief moment she and Thatcher had almost kissed, only to have Pete pull her away for their first dance. For a brief, and perhaps perverse moment she wished she had that wedding dress with her, so she could wear it for him... But she quickly pushed such thoughts out of her mind.<br/><br/>The way he kissed her was different from any kiss Pete ever gave her. It held a hunger and desire, it was lustful and possessive, all qualities Pete had never exhibited, but deep down she had craved. Her lips had parted and she received his tongue, her lips even closing around it and suckled softly before she pressed her tongue to his. She felt his hand slide down to her inner thigh and her legs seemed to part a bit more, and her hips rolled forward...<br/><br/>He felt the pull of his hand. She risked moving one hand from the wine glass over her head to run through his hair. It felt like her body was on fire in that moment, and a long, deep moan escaped her lips...