Suddenly he stopped kissing her, whispering, "We must stop." He took a deep breath and as the band switched from one tune to the next he smiled, "Let's dance."

Grace allowed his knee to nudge her legs apart and allowed his legs to be caressed by her thighs as they swayed almost imperceptibly, their feet remaining glued to the deck of the boat. Her fingers splayed across his shoulders and gently kneaded the coiled tension she felt in the corded muscle sheathed in a white linen shirt. Grace turned her head to rest her cheek against his shoulder, her lips a scant couple of inches from his neck. 

The temptation was too much. Too, too much. Slowly, almost without conscious volition she moved her head nearer, her breath whispering across the sensitive skin below his ear. Her lips rubbed, slowly, lightly, where her breath had teased. Then, instinctively her mouth opened, her tongue tasted and her teeth grazed.

Blood surged through him with the torrent force of water cascading over the Niagara falls. His heart hammered and his body grew taut. All because she was kissing his neck, lightly teasingly sucking at a small patch of skin that he had never recognised as an erogenous zone.

"Grace." He pleaded in hoarse whisper, begging. When he felt the last of his control about to desert him he tried to turn. His breath ragged as he entreated her desperately "Stop." He arched his neck away from her mouth.

She saw the strip of flesh her lips, tongue and teeth had been imprinting with her passion. Grace moved a fraction of an inch and cool air dried his throbbing skin. She lifted her head off his shoulder and looked straight into his eyes. He drowned in the passion he saw contained within the depths. She wanted him.

He went down in a frenzy, his open mouth clamped over her lips, sucking on them, running his tongue over moist swollen lips that parted to allow his tongue to thrust forward. Her fingers ransacked his hair and fused to his skull as she held his head in a frame that allowed her to be devoured. There was no holding back.

The air had been forced out of her lungs when his arms, now resembling steel bands had clamped around her. They broke apart when they ran out of air. Their breathing was akin to gulping for any available oxygen. It took several minutes.

Several minutes to get their breath and to persuade their hearts to beat a normal staccato rhythm. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. She held his gaze. 

"The Earth moved." He watched for her reaction to his light hearted but truthful statement. Deep jade twinkled and then sparkled as the smile formed. Grace smiled tentatively in answer.

Even white teeth echoed the smile in her eyes "The whole damn Universe moved." She owned up in a hushed whisper.

His teasing smile vanished, his eyes darkened and his heart slammed into his ribs with the force of meteorite on a glass pane. He moved to kiss her.

"Break it up." Zac jostled them apart, just before Joshua put his thoughts into action. Zac flashed his brother a reprimanding look, "This is a dance floor, not centre stage for the ABC guide to good sex. Thank goodness it's dark."

The barely whispered words were overheard by Grace and mortification swamped her. Joshua glared at his brother. Zac simply raised a questioning brow. Another couple bumped into the back of them. Some of Joshua's anger dissipated as their environment registered in his brain. Zac saw the instant sanity returned to his brother's mind. But he was taking no chances. He took Grace by the hand.

"Come on." He announced in imperious tones that brooked no argument, "Time to switch partners." He took Grace by her elbow and moved her several feet away from his brother. This was a turn up for the books. Normally it was Joshua reminding Zac about his surroundings and behaviour.

They left Joshua standing with Shelley. Shelley smiled pensively and waited for Joshua to focus on her. She hadn't known him long and she wasn't sure how he would take his younger brother's cavalier approach. But when Zac told her his plan, she'd agreed.

"Shall we?" Joshuaasked as he took her elbow.

"Sure." She'd met Joshua for the first time this evening, and according to Zac this date thing between Grace and Joshua had been a set up. It didn't look like a set up to her. From where she stood these two people were in total lust with each other or in love. Either way this was no scam.

The music changed tempo and an insurgent beat from a recent chart hit throbbed. Couples split as the beat demanded more vigorous movement. People jostled, bumped and stepped on each other as they tried to make space for their frenetic movements.

"Can we sit this one out?" Grace hollered over the loudness. Zac heard her shout, though he wasn't sure that he caught the words or simply lip read them. He nodded. Slowly they made their way through the heaving mass as Zac escorted her back to the table.

Joshua saw them go. He'd never taken his eyes off her. He waited for the song to end before he escorted Shelley off the dance floor and made his way to their table.

"Where are they?" Joshua asked Luke as his friend gallantly surrendered his seat to Shelley.

"Grace went to the little girls' room. Zac's getting the drinks." Luke said, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I suggested he get you heaps of ice."

"I'll go help him get a bucket." Joshua replied as he turned away.

Joshua reached the bar just as Zac was paying. Joshua tapped his brother's shoulder. Zac turned his head saw that it was Joshua and threw him a questioning look.

"One of these for me?" Joshua asked as he reached for one of the empty pint glasses.

"No." Zac retorted bluntly. "Get your own." 

"She's my date Zac. I can kiss her."

"Kiss?" Zac picked up four bottles of beer. "Kiss?" He repeated impudently, before accusing boldly, "You were having full on sex."

"You sound like a worried father." Joshua told his younger brother. This was a novel experience. Receiving a lecture from Zac about personal relationships. The longest Zac went steady was a week.

"I am worried." Zac snapped at his brother, "I set this particular ball rolling and I don't like the way you are playing ball." He thrust the four bottles at Joshua and turned to pick up the other glasses. "I feel responsible." He tried to keep his voice calm as both brothers faced each other. "Don't blow it Josh."

"We were kissing." Joshua tried to placate his irate younger brother.

"Yeah, but for whose benefit?" Zac demanded then he reminded his brother in a furious voice. "Pretending for Lysette?"

"Lysette?" Joshua shook his head, wondering if he'd missed part of the conversation. What did Lystette have to do with all this? He thought they were talking about Grace. He saw real concern in the eyes of his normally laid back brother. Incredulity surged through Joshua before he all but spat in a savage whisper, "I don't give a shit about Lysette."

"O.k., don't get steamed Josh." Zac's easy going nature resurfaced. He grinned at his brother. "I was just making sure that's all."

"I'm planning on marrying Grace." Joshua snapped, still recovering from Zac's lack of logic.

Zac nodded ruefully, "Yeah, but your idea of planning includes not remembering to cancel dates with other women and worse still allowing Grace to find out. Some strategy." He beamed "And be a bit discrete on the dance floor. I don't want Shelley thinking my family are all nymphos. A touch of restraint would be appreciated."

"Look who's talking."

Zac continued to grin infuriatingly at his older brother. "Don't switch the subject. We were talking about you." He nudged his brother, "Let's go." He turned ready to walk back to the table where the others were no doubt waiting, "Oh, oh, here comes Grace."

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