The characters are unnamed, so I suppose you can interpret as you will. Just a little bit of slightly spicy fluff.
She really didn't have anything to drink, because she knew that she did not hold liquor very well, even though the Oriental plum cordial was said to be delicious.
She should have been cool, since the sun had set hours ago and there was a slight breeze coming through the open window. Furthermore, she was lying on their bed in the nude. Goosebumps were rising in her arms, and they weren't from the chill, and her skin felt too heated and sensitive.
She felt the smooth trickle of liquid from the glass, sliding down between her breasts and onto her stomach, and the temporary chill left in the wake of the cool fluid didn't last as his warm lips traced the path of the plum cordial from her neck to her navel. She moaned slightly and tangled her fingers in his soft, mussed hair, before plucking the glass from his fingers and pulling him up for a heated kiss.
She tasted plum cordial on his lips and feverishly wondered how it could make her drunk even without her drinking any.