Outside on the stone porch he pulled her over into a dark corner, backing her up against the building and shielding her from the view of others with his body.  His hand slid up her arm, caressing it.  He was so close Lorelei could smell him.  He smelled of leather, sweat, and pure maleness.  She absently wondered what he would taste like.  His hand journeyed up her arm to rest at the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in the hair there. 

“That was the sexiest dance I’ve ever seen.  I got the impression it was meant just for me.”  His voice was huskier, sexier, than it had been just moments before. 

Shimmers of heat radiated through Lorelei.  Liquid silver coursed through her veins.  Something deep in her core throbbed.  “It was,” She said simply.  She snaked her hand up to rest on his chest, playing her fingers across the mat of springy hair and hard planes of muscle.  

A smile spread slowly across his full and kissable lips.  “I’ve heard about The Lorelei’s Song luring men to their destruction.  I wonder, is it the same for her dance?”

His reference to the German myth of the water fairy that used her siren’s voice to lure sailors to their deaths on the rocky shore of the Rhine caught her off guard.  Few people ever made the connection to her name.      

She put on what she thought was her sexiest look and said, “Why?  Are you scared?”

This time when he spoke his voice was a husky whisper and close to her lips.  “No.”

Before she could think of a reply, Kaden’s mouth covered hers.  The kiss started out slow and sweet, his soft lips melding with hers.  Lorelei leaned into him, her hands sliding from his chest around to his strong, muscular, bare back.  The feel of his steel hard muscles moving under the taught skin filled her with an indescribable lust and she grasped him tighter, pressing herself to him.

In response, Kaden tightened his grip on the back of her neck, curling his fingers in her hair and snaking the other arm around her waist.  When Lorelei gasped her pleasure against his lips, he took advantage of the moment and slipped his tongue into her warm, sweet mouth.  She met his invasion her own, their tongues warring as they tasted, explored and plundered each other’s mouths.