Claire tried fighting her inner sexual feelings of temptation, as she pushed Thornton off.
Stop, I cannot do this, I want my Sebastian, as Claire got up from the table, and headed for the living room.
Thornton had gotten up from the table, while carrying the vintage of wine.Claire sat down on the Davenport, as the wine quenched her thirst of Thornton's kisses, upon her voluptuous stained lips of more...
Thornton went to sit beside Claire, reeking of her scent all over him.
He's dreamy eyes roamed her body, like a thief in the night.