"Allow me," he said as she reached for a napkin. He leaned forward and kissed the ice cream off the top of Denise's breast. He then licked the train that the ice cream had made, kissed her throat, her neck and then moved up to her lips. He parted her lips with his tongue and slowly invaded her mouth. When they finally broke their kissed they were both panting for air and their eyes locked.

"I'm sorry," he said, his brown eyes almost black with desire. "I shouldn't have done that."

"Oh yes you should," she said and bit her lip. She put her bowl and Luke's on the table...