Percy ran his fingers through her hair, and the moan that escaped her throat was a match to the one drawn from his own lips. The tension between them bypassed simple lust. This was the sealing of a contract, an unspoken agreement that nothing of the last few hours changed anything. Though confusion ricocheted through Percy’s mind like a loose rubber ball, their friendship remained intact, possibly stronger than before.
Percy vowed it would stay that way.
He broke their kiss to press his lips to her temple.
“This friendship between us, I tell you I won’t abuse it again,” he vowed. “You’ll be safe with me. I’llkeepyou safe.” God damn, he was begging, but he’d do far more humiliating prostration to keep her in his life. “Danny, I will—”
She stopped his words with a finger to his lips. “You talk too much, Percy. Kiss me if you need to move your lips.”
Everything she said was so agreeable.
He growled low in his chest, taking her command as commandment. “As you wish, my lady.”
Temperaments compatible, bodily chemistry more so, there was no use dissecting the connection between them. Self-reflection was for scholars and men with too much free time to preoccupy themselves. So, Percy did as he was told and kissed her with oblivious pleasure.Onlykissing tonight. There was no need to rush. This time, he’d do this right.
He captured her mouth again, dipping his tongue between her inviting lips, and promised there’d be no more silly missteps.
