She closed her eyes as they glided around the room, oblivious to the other dancers. If only the rest of their lives could be as blissful as this dance.
The evening flew by and finally they came to the last dance, a waltz. Alex swept her gracefully around the room again while the band played "The Last Waltz."
By the time they left, she was exhausted. She fell asleep in the truck and woke when Alex lifted her out of the vehicle in the garage. She lay in his arms, gazing up at him until he gently lowered her feet to the ground. Her pulse quickened as he drew her into his arms. She removed his tie and opened the first few buttons on his shirt. For a moment they gazed into each other's eyes. The feel of his body against hers was exciting. She slid a hand up his chest and around to the back of his neck, urging his head down. Lifting her chin for his affection, she forced his lips down to hers.
Their kiss was electrifying - the result of a tantalizing evening in each other's arms, no doubt. His arms pressed her closer, his smooth lips seeking hers in ardent pleasure. When his lips left hers, they seared a hot trail down her neck and onto her breast.
She groaned and he released her. He unlocked the door and pushed it open before lifting her into his arms again. This time he carried her into the house and shut the door with a foot. Pausing only long enough to lock it, he carried her to their bedroom. They were alone and she had him to herself for the night. For that amount of time, they would fall back into their old roles, with Alex in control. She sighed in contentment.