They danced onto the balcony, away from the prying eyes of the ballroom. Hazel sighed happily, whispering more to herself than to Storm, “You make me feel…”
“How, Miss Grove? How do I make you feel?” he whispered in her ear, the warmth of his breath sending chills across her skin. His strong hand placed firmly on the small of her back sent wave after wave of fiery awareness up her spine. Being with Storm made her feel at once cold and hot at the same time, a mixture of sensations she wished to explore.
Storm held her closer, holding her tightly against his chest, “How do I make you feel, Miss Grove?”
Hazel looked into his eyes that were dark with temptation and desire. She wished to give in to that temptation here on the balcony, but knew better than to risk her reputation just outside the window of society. Yet she didn’t hesitate to answer, “You make me feel like I’m the only woman in the world.”