It had been Lord Vance's intentions to scoop her up in his arms and carry her like a bride to his bedchamber, but as she kissed his chest through his shirt he realized that she was far too insatiable for that. He'd awakened something in her, and she wanted him then and there, in the private dining room. And he, too, wanted her in the same way, in the same place. He ran his fingers through her hair, moaning softly at her gentle kisses.<br/><br/>When she dropped to her knees, her mouth drawing near his waist, he gasped, anticipating what would come next.<br/><br/>((Remember to keep the description of what she does here somewhat vague.))