I captured her mouth again, swallowing whatever she’d been about to say. I stroked my thumbs across her nipple.
Her hands moved from my hair to my shoulders, and she stroked me with the same curiosity roaring through me. When her fingers slid beneath my tunic, finding bare skin, I groaned into her mouth.
Reality crashed back in waves.
We were supposed to be watching for suspicious activity. Not devouring each other in a spice room like starving people at a feast.
I pulled back, breathing hard. Sasha stared up at me with dazed eyes, her lips swollen from kissing. She looked thoroughly debauched and utterly beautiful.
“We should…”
“Watch the kitchen.” She smoothed her tunic with shaking hands. “That’s why we’re here.”
“Exactly.”
Neither of us moved.
Finally, with enormous effort, I turned her around and repositioned us for surveillance. Back to the mission.
Except now I couldn’t stop thinking about how she tasted or how I ached to feel her pressing herself against me again. The small sounds she made when I touched her were going to haunt my dreams.
This was going to be the longest night of my life.
We stood in tense silence, pretending to focus on the empty kitchen beyond our hiding spot. But every accidental brush of our bodies sent new sparks of awareness through me. Each small adjustment reminded me of how her skin had felt under my hands.
“I can’t see the tea storage from this angle,” Sasha whispered after several minutes.
“You need to shift left.”
She did, pressing more firmly against me. I bit back a groan.
“Better?” I asked in a strangled voice.
“Yes. I have a clear view of both prep areas and the storage alcove where they keep the pre-measured portions.” She paused. “Dominic?”
“Yes?”
“Your heart is racing.”
“Surveillance makes me nervous.”
“Does it make your cock nervous too?”
My snort rang out. “Not my cock. No.”
She shot me a small smile, then was quiet for a moment. “You make me nervous too.”
“Good nervous or bad nervous?”
“I’m still deciding.”
Fair enough.
We settled into watching, our breathing gradually returning to normal while our bodies found a way to align in the cramped space.
Time passed. The kitchen remained empty, lit only by a few orbs that never fully dimmed.
Sasha shifted to ease a cramp, the movement pressing her backside against me in a way that sent all my blood south again. I stifled a groan.
