Her hands, warm and soft, were on his. Her velvet skin was so close, so desirable, so touchable, protected only by a thin layer of fabric. Her scent filled his nose and his mind as her whispers charmed his ears. Nikki was steadily conquering all of his senses and if there had been a time when he'd felt more turned on in his young life, well, he didn't remember it. He felt the strong urge to rip her pretty dress and worship her beautiful body with all he had.<em>Maybe it's a good thing we're here, in a crowd, with her husband probably close at hand, with or without a baseball bat...</em>- he mused with himself -<em>I'm so terribly excited that I'd probably last three seconds, and with some effort!</em><br/><br/>When Richard felt Nikki's hand guide him to gently get a feel of her succulent breast, he lost control for an instant, overwhelmed by desire, and kissed her beautiful, tempting neck again. It wasn't a quick brush like the first time, but a real kiss, and a scorching hot one. His lips gently teased her smooth, soft skin, and he made her feel a light touch of his teeth too. His right hand caressed her breast, slowly, savoring her firm and soft body. For a moment, Richard gathered the courage - and the boldness - to ask her if she minded moving their dance in a more private place...<br/><br/>But the guy's voice not only broke the spell, but also startled him like hell.<em>Holy shit!</em>he thought, loosening his very intimate hug to a more comfortable, kinda we-just-met-on-the-dancefloor position, and did his best to smile at the newcomer<em>her husband, he was her husband for fuck's sake!</em>