Too High a Price — E. Jefferson Clay

Slowly he saw the girlish mischief fade from her face to be replaced by something infinitely deeper and stronger. He set his empty glass aside, not taking his eyes off her. She did likewise. They embraced, and at first they kissed gently and hesitantly. But then an urgency came into it. She kissed him eagerly, hungrily, and her hands moved over his body. It had taken a long time with this angel-faced gift … but suddenly Savage felt that old familiar feeling again.