"You are so damn cute when you're being paranoid." He hooked the back of her neck and pulled her in, crushing his lips against hers. Elle opened her mouth without having any intention of doing so. She ran her fingers through his hair as his tongue traced hers. God, he tasted amazing. Elle stroked her hands down his chest and back up again to cup his face. Gabe shifted back and she almost yelped when he lifted her into his lap. But then his tongue tangled with hers, washing her away on a tide of desire. It beat beneath her skin, demanding things she very much wanted to follow through on after experiencing them firsthand the other day. Gabe's fingers slipped beneath her dress, barely an inch above her knee, but it was as if he'd stroked directly over her core. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she shivered. When he nipped her bottom lip, she moaned. There was no way he could have heard the sound - not with the music as loud as it was - but Gabe pulled away, his eyes gone dark with passion. "Come with me."