Page 37 of The Banshee and the Warlock

Cethin's eyes darken and a faint gleam of purple starts to glow within them. A good sign for me getting what I want. "What are you up to?"

"That's something you should come and find out," I say in my best come-hither voice, though I'm not entirely certain I manage it very well.

Or I'm not until I see the way he reacts.

Excitement builds within me and I reach out to pull him to me by his shirt. "Getting alone time has been difficult," I murmur. Though we do seem to have been doing just fine on that front, none of it has been properly alone where no one can disturb us. I could invite him back to my room, or go to his, but this is more fun.

"And you thought that in the middle of a classroom was the right time to change that?"

"We've kissed in here before, what's the harm of another?" I meet his gaze, knowing he can probably sense the desire coming from me. I certainly feel as if I'm being obvious.

His lips quirk up into an amused smile. "A kiss?"

"Mmhmm."

"Just a kiss?"

"I'm not promising anything."

His eyes flash purple, definitely not in anger this time. He leans in closer, his breath fanning against my lips. "You don't know what you're asking for."

"I do, Cethin," I whisper, meeting his gaze so he can see how much I know what I want.

My eyes flutter closed as he leans in and presses his lips against mine. His touch is hesitant at first, as if he knows that this time we won't be stopping at just a kiss.

I pull him closer, impatience growing within me as I do. My hands travel down to the bottom of his t-shirt and I tug at it, allowing my fingers to slip underneath. The warmth of his skin only increases my desire.

I fumble with the buckle of his belt, but he breaks the kiss and reaches for my hands to stop me.

"I'm sure about this," I tell him, meeting his gaze. "I want this. I want you. But if you don't..."

"I do."

"Then why are you stopping it every time I try to take things further?" I can't help the hurt that comes through my voice.

"I don't want you to feel as if I'm not respecting you."

I close my eyes and try to restrain my frustration. "And how is it respecting me if you're not listening when I'm saying what I want? I know that me being your mate is a big deal, and it should be. But I'm okay with that. If you're not and need more time..."

A low growl cut me off.

I raise an eyebrow.

Cethin clears his throat. "Sorry."

"What was that for?"

"The thought of waiting might have provoked a bit of a response," he admits.

I grin. "Ah, so you do want me."

"That's what I've been telling you, Anja," he responds, a hint of desperation in his voice. "But every step we take will make our bond stronger."

I reach out and put my hand on his chest. "I know."

"But you don't know much about it."

I laugh. "You're not the only one who knows how to use the library to research things," I point out. "Though it wasn't much help. The academy gossip, on the other hand, was far more informative. And a friend even showed me articles about the different kinds of equipment that some guys have." Even saying it is enough to pique my curiosity.