Nibbling at my lips, he groaned in entreaty, “Are you?”
“No.”
He grinned adorably, my breath catching at his expression of happiness as he pressed his forehead against mine, kissing my lips gently. “Neither am I.” He teetered his head back and forth playfully, his forehead rubbing softly against mine as his hands roamed, running down my back. “We’ve probably got a few hours before I need to leave to see Cassander.”
I chuckled softly, the grin I felt growing on my lips pure joy. “All right.”
His own gaze stalled on my lips, staring quietly. “I’ve never seen that one before.”
Scrunching my nose teasingly, I asked, “Seen what before?”
Not answering, his wolf growled quietly right before his mouth was on mine again, stealing my breath, my thoughts taken to a sensual haze, more than happy to have it stolen and to be taken away.
