But the arm did not hesitate. Tightening about his neck, it drew him toward the darkness. Instantly, a pair of warm lips pressed down on his own.
Marc struggled to free himself, but the mouth was extraordinarily tenacious. And another arm had joined the other about his neck. Then Marc freed his mouth and sputtered with objections.
"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.
A winey breath impressed itself on Marc's nostrils. "Don't you know?" a voice murmured softly. "You should."
"Let go of me," Marc said stiffly.
"Not in a million years," the voice replied huskily. "I'm going to stick to you like skin. Forever and ever and ever and...."
"We'll see about that," Marc grated. "Whoever you are, you're trespassing. In more ways than one."
Reaching up he grasped the arms about his neck and attempted to disentangle them. They only tightened their hold. He tried to duck under the arms, but they moved downward as he did. For a moment Marc and his amorous captor crouched together in the dark, literally cheek by jowl. The other giggled.
"I'll bet we look terribly funny," she said.
"Stop that damned giggling," Marc fumed. "Things are bad enough without that."