Daphne and Shane spoke very little on the drive to the lake which was only a fifteen minute drive from 'The Midnight Blue.' As each minute ticked by, Daphne's hand rested in his, as his tender caresses set her aflame. In the near-darkness, she could make out the shape of his handsome face, marveling at the fine specimen of man she had chosen. His hair was shoulder-length in the back and the color of chestnut. It had a wild twinge of curl in it to accentuate his appealing, sexy looks. She remembered the feel of his hair in her hands as he had kissed her.
The memory sailed through Daphne's heart, making it beat faster, as suddenly they arrived at the lake. Her eyes caught on the golden moon within the soft waves of the dancing water as they sat silent in the front seat of his friend's van. "I've never wanted a woman as much as I want you," he spoke softly, breaking the silence. "You make me feel wild inside, on the verge of something untamed."
"That's exactly the way you make me feel," Daphne replied, gliding into his arms as her hands sought out his body.
"God, Daphne!" he groaned, before taking her lips in a hot, wild kiss.
The tight dress was molded to Daphne's body in the heat as she felt his hands caressing her through it, making her tremble with need. As his tongue dueled with hers, his fingers sought a hardened nipple, plucking at it through the silken fabric of the dress. Suddenly she wanted no clothing between them, just his bare skin against hers.
"Let's crawl in the back," he suggested, his eyes urgent with the force of his desire.
