Page 66 of Knight’s Absolution

She reached up and cupped his face. “Stop worrying. I’m not going to run off and join Grace’s crew.”

He made a rough growly sound.

Mia shook her head and glanced back at Luna. “I’ll let you know when we have our next training session.”

“I’d like that.” Luna tried not to react as Gunner moved closer to her, but it was impossible, especially after his kissing demonstrations last night.

Mia took her mate’s hand. “Come on, I need to shower.”

Zenon made a deep, throaty sound and lifted her off her feet and carried her out of the room. And suddenly Luna wasn’t sure what to do. Usually, she would have stepped closer for a hug, desperate to get near Gunner. But after their kiss, she felt…unsure.

“No hug?” Gunner said as if he’d read her mind.

She turned to him immediately, relief that he still wanted that from her, that she could touch him. Because she always wanted to touch him.

He wrapped his arms around her. “That punch was perfect, by the way.”

She pressed her face to his chest. “Mia’s a good teacher.” He rubbed her back, and she sighed. “I’m sorry I’m all sweaty.”

“Doesn’t bother me.”

“I probably stink.”

“Nope, you smell delicious as always.”

She tipped her head back. “Delicious?”

His nostrils flared. “Oh yeah, I’m fighting not to sneak a little taste of you now.”

The ache she’d been getting between her thighs sparked back to life. “If you want to taste me, I don’t mind.”

Gunner groaned and chuckled. “Female, you’re killing me.”

She smiled. His chuckles were infectious. “How am I killing you?”

He didn’t answer, just tucked her hair behind her ear, his gaze locked on hers.

“Are you going to kiss me again?” she asked, because the more he looked at her that way, the more she wanted him to.

“Do you want me to?”

She licked her lips. “Yes…but do you want to?”

“I haven’t been able to think about anything but the way your lips felt under mine last night.”

Okay, she liked that. She liked that a hell of a lot. “Do it, then.”

He chuckled again. “What if I start and I can’t stop?”

“I’m okay with that.”

His head tipped back and he laughed, a deep, throaty rumble. It was beautiful. Could a laugh be beautiful? Gunner’s was. She couldn’t look away as her hands slid up to his chest so she could feel it as well.

When he looked back down at her, his eyes glittered with amusement. “Okay, love. But you need to tell me what kind of kiss you want.”

“I think you know,” she said, suddenly finding it hard to look him in the eye.

He cupped her jaw and tilted her head back. “Tell me.”