From the Inside Flap
She gave a tiny shake of her head.
He moved forward the last inch, so their bodies touched, and rested his other hand on her hip. He lowered his lips to brush hers.
"You sure?" he murmured.
In answer, she kissed him.
Mac closed his eyes. Her mouth was soft and cool. He pressed his lips to hers gently, half expecting her to pull away once it sank in what they were doing, but she didn't. Instead, she sighed, and then she rested both hands on his chest and leaned into him.
His heart banged on his ribs, but he stayed calm and slipped his arm around her, resting his hand at the base of her spine, holding her tightly. Cupping her head with his other hand, he touched his tongue to her lip, and when her mouth opened, he slid his tongue against hers, deepening the kiss. Fred moaned and splayed her fingers on his chest, and they exchanged a long, sensual, heartfelt kiss, while the morepork hooted softly in the trees, Scully snuffled in the leaves, and the moon turned their skin to silver.
When he finally raised his head, he didn't know if it was the wine or the kiss that made his body feel as if it glowed like a beacon.