She stood close to him, her fingers gripping the sides of his gray vest and a slight smile danced across her face. Hesitating before touching her lips, instead he asked softly, "are you sure?"

She nodded, the slightest murmur of assent alongside the motion and it was his turn to smile � a hopeful smile full of tenderness. His fingers played loosely with her own as their mouths drew ever closer. And then his smile faded as did hers. The air about them was tension-filled with desire and longing and when their lips at last met, it was as if the room itself was sighing.

He captured her upper lip between his as she leaned into him, the both of them journeying through an erotic exploration of each other's mouths. Laying one hand lovingly against the side of her, he pillowed her lower lip between his, suckling softly as one hand slipped down her body, curving about her waist. She caressed his face softly as their kiss deepened, before sliding her arms about his neck, their lips parting and meeting, melding as the heated passion between them grew.

Sliding his hand under her arm, he curved his fingers about the nape of her neck, cupping the weight of her head as he sought more from her lips. Trailing his mouth down her jawbone, he pressed sweet kisses hungrily along the column of her throat and his lips danced across her bare shoulder. Her neck arched and her eyes fluttered softly in remorse as the awareness of who she was, who she was with and what she was doing broke through her erotic reverie.

How could she love him? Make love to him? when she was planning on destroying his life?