Peter was mesmerized.  The sound of her voice, playful and breathy; the loose strands of hair, fine and night-dark; her warm body pressed against him and her words in his ear clouded his mind.  When her tongue grazed his earlobe a shiver went up his spine.  Coherent thought was making for the door.<br/><br/>"I like the tight feeling I get in my chest when I want someone..." Peter moved both hands to rest on her hips, and gripped her firmly.  "I like the rush of being close, of feeling them want me, too..."  He licked his lips.  "I like<em>you,</em>Carly."  The music started once more as he leaned in to kiss her.