Instead, I found I was returning the kiss, my lips working against his and as if of their own volition my hands were on his chest, not pushing as they should be, but rubbing him through his shirt. It was Paul's turn to groan and removing his lips from mine he gently pushed me into the corner of the couch.

That gave me the chance to stop him. I lifted my left leg from the floor and put my foot on the couch so my knee was up between us. Paul gave me a sly smile and putting his hand on the inside of my leg, eased it over against...