Page 283 of Black Reign

I lose count after that.

His mouth pauses at the place where my pulse is racing.

He feels it.

I know he does.

“Rapide,” he murmurs against my skin.

(Fast.)

“Your fault.”

“Probably.”

Another kiss.

Lower.

My fingers find the back of his head.

His hair is softer than I expected.

I hold him there.

That earns me a low sound against my skin.

My entire body answers.

He kisses the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, then farther along my collarbone as the robe loosens slightly at the throat.

His hand stops at my waist.

Not moving farther.

Waiting.

Even now.

I open my eyes.

Firelight from the other room barely reaches us, leaving half his face in shadow.

His gaze lifts to mine.

“Tell me.”

The words are quiet.

I know what he means.

Want this?

Want him?

Want more?

I slide my fingers deeper into his hair and pull him back toward me.