Make my move

Linda's crystal blue eyes gazed into the dying embers of the fire, which by this time shed less light than the full moon overhead. My eyes caressed her body, the long blonde hair falling over her shoulders and down her back, the blush on her cheeks, her pink lips. I followed the line of her jaw to the creamy skin of her throat, her shoulders. I lingered over the swell of her breasts beneath the cropped tank top she was wearing, then to the flat plain of her stomach.

I leaned towards her and placed my hand nearer hers on the sand. I saw her eyes shift beneath long lashes as she glanced down at my hand. She moved her hand closer, until our fingers were touching, and I responded by turning towards her. She closed her eyes as I reached towards he face with my other hand.

Placing my palm against the warmth of her cheek, I pressed lightly, turning her face towards mine. She tilted her head slightly, and her lips parted just a bit. I brushed her lips with mine, feather light, and felt her breath in my mouth, sweet like the wine.

I kissed her again, very gently, and her lips moved ever so slightly against mine. I felt the tip of her tongue against my upper lip, and I reached out with my own to return the delicate touch, as I ran my hand to the back of her head, running my fingers through her soft silken hair.

She made a tiny noise in her throat, maybe half a moan, as my tongue felt its way into her mouth. I brought my hand down to the side of her neck, and I could feel her pulse quickening under my fingers.

We kissed with rising passion, and I could feel a rising below my waist as well.

"Wait," Linda whispered suddenly, pressing a hand against my chest and breaking the kiss. I could see her high firm breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breathing, and the flush on her face told me she was feeling the same need that I felt. But I realized I might have gone too far. Had it just been the wine, or did she really want me the way I wanted her? Had I just ruined our friendship for a moment of passion? Should I say something now to try and salvage our relationship, or wait for her to speak?