“Sorry,” she said. “My leg was falling asleep.”
“It’s fine.” Sort of.
She adjusted again, and I couldn’t miss every curve of her moving against me. My hands, still braced on the shelves to either side of her, trembled with the effort of not touching.
“Dominic?” Her voice had gone breathy.
“Yes?”
“I need to reach that jar. The one that’s crooked. It’s in my line of sight.”
The jar in question sat on the shelf directly in front of us. She’d have to lean forward to reach it, which meant pressing back into me even more.
“I can get it,” I said.
“I’m closer.”
Her body shifted against mine in a slow glide that tested every bit of my restraint. Her hand closed around the jar, straightening it, but instead of immediately pulling back, she paused.
I felt the moment she realized my cock was still thrusting against the front of my pants. Her breathing changed and her fingers tightened on the jar.
“Sasha.” Her name came out as a warning.
She released the jar and turned in my arms, her eyes meeting mine in the darkness.
The want in her gaze matched what burned through my veins.
“We shouldn’t,” she said.
“No.”
“This is completely inappropriate when we have a mission.”
“Absolutely.”
“We’re supposed to be working.”
“We are.”
Then we were kissing like the world was going to end if we stopped.
I slid my hands under her tunic and stroked across her belly, moving toward her breasts. She made a small, needy sound that drove me wild.
I gathered the fabric of her tunic, pulling it up to give myself better access. She explored beneath my clothes, gliding her fingers across my chest.
“Dominic,” she gasped when I found a particularly sensitive spot along her ribs.
I nudged her more firmly against the wall. Jars clinked and herbs rustled around us.
I wanted her. Not the strategic witch or the political alliance or the solution to my court’s problems. Just her. Sasha. The woman who laughed at my ridiculous lords and ladies and spoke gently to dying plants and trusted me enough to press against me in the darkness.
I stroked her breasts, and she arched into my touchwith a gasp that I captured with my mouth. She dug her fingers into my shoulders, holding on as if I was the only solid thing in a spinning world.
We were losing control, and I reveled in it.
Until soft footsteps echoed in the kitchen.
We froze, our bodies still pressed together, our breathing ragged.
