“Lucian…” I breathed his name half drunk, my voice shaky as his hand moved lower around my waist. His palm boldly cupped my full, round ass through the fabric of my dress, squeezing gently. The touch sent a jolt of heat straight through me. His other hand roamed slowly up my side, tracing the curve of my waist, brushing the underside of my heavy breast. My body felt like it was on fire.

The party noise faded into a distant hum. We were standing near the side porch, away from most of the crowd, but not completely hidden. Anyone could walk by. But right now, with the alcohol making everything...