But she was going to make sure they weren’t seen. And maybe this would slake her thirst for him, at least temporarily.
Lacing her fingers through Caleb’s, Katie shot him a wicked grin when he glanced down at their hands. “Someplace dark,” she agreed, hoping he would take the hint. “I’ll let you lead the way.”
It seemed that everybody at the Wooden Nickel was there to dance. The balcony was virtually empty. They wound through the tables and chairs, moving farther into the shadows and farther from the bustling crowd. As soon as they were alone in a secluded corner, Caleb pushed her against the wall and claimed her mouth. His hands immediately sought her skin, pushing beneath her camisole to cup her breasts.