That was power.
She wanted more of it.
More of him.
She rocked forward, wanting another kiss, but he held her back for a moment.
“What was that, honey?”
She smiled at him, loving the rough rasp in his voice.
“What did you say?”
Harmony leaned against him, from her thighs to her chest, they were there fit together inch by inch.
“Saint.” She said the word and felt it through their bodies.
“Honey,” he leaned in and placed little kisses at the corners of her mouth. “I’m no saint.”
She smiled, reveling in the way he was touching her.
“It’s part of your name.”
He smiled at that. “Sure… It sure is. But where I come from that same name is pronounced…sin.”
Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she shook in his embrace. “Sin.” She tried to copy the exact tone and inflection of his voice, but she knew she got it wrong. “Maybe… I shouldn’t try-”
“Try it, honey.” He urged her. “Even when you get it slightly wrong, it feelssoooright.”
“Sin.” She kissed him and felt his fingers dig into her hips as he kissed his way along her jaw. “Sin,” she repeated, feeling the name put weight on her tongue.
His tongue licked along the side of her neck and her fingers dug into the back of his neck.
She felt her legs go slightly limp, but she didn’t fall.
Crois held her up.
Held her against his body.
It was enough to make her warm and for the first time in her life she felt… needy.
“Crois?”
He straightened up and looked at her. His eyes searching hers. “Is something wrong?”
“No. No…” She bit into her lower lip, needing the sting to focus her thoughts. “I… wanted to know if we could go back.”
“Back?” She saw the confusion in his eyes. “Back to the tent?”
She licked at her lips and breathed in the clean, rose-scented air. “Back home.”
“Yeah.” Crois nodded his head and helped her stand. “Yeah, we can go wherever you want.”
EIGHTEEN
CROIS
When they returned backto their apartment building, Harmony asked if they could go to his apartment. He warned her that he might have left some clothes out, but she didn’t care, so he didn’t either.
