Catherine had been slumped lazily on the sofa, but when she heard the sound of water running in the kitchen, a sudden thirst stirred within her. Groggily, she got up and headed toward the kitchen. Upon seeing a tall figure standing there with his back to her, her only reaction was to lunge forward and wrap her arms around him—otherwise, she feared she would lose her balance.
Even though she was drunk, she could still feel the lean, strong body of the man beneath her hands. Her small hands brushed against his lower abdomen, feeling the firmness of his muscles through his thin shirt. The alcohol amplified her senses, and she couldn't resist tracing them a few times, remembering something Riley had once said about a man's waist being an important part of his body—its strength determining whether he could satisfy a woman in bed.
Bert had no idea her hands would wander so boldly along his waist. His whole body tensed; if she moved any further, it would be dangerous.
