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His eyes darken.

“Am I?”

I realize what I've said.

Oh.

That's rather more suggestive of future plans than I intended.

Naturally, Torch notices.

“Got plans for me, Madison?”

“Don't flatter yourself.”

“Too late.”

I sigh.

“Your personality is a serious obstacle to your otherwise excellent qualifications.”

He catches my waist.

“Excellent, huh?”

“Don't make me revise my assessment.”

His laughter turns into a kiss.

A considerably less gentle one.

I cling to his shoulders as he draws me closer, his hands moving over my back and settling at my hips.

There's no mistaking his desire, and the knowledge that I can affect him this much is intoxicating.

He kisses me again, and I answer without thinking, learning what makes him draw a sharp breath, what makes his arms tighten around me, and just how thoroughly a kiss can ruin my ability to form sentences.

When his mouth finds my neck again, I decide that words are overrated.

For once.

A little sound escapes me.

Torch pauses.

“You okay?”

“If you ask me that every thirty seconds, we're going to run out of water.”

“Answer the question, smartass.”

I grin.

“Yes. Very okay.”

He smiles and kisses me again.

Unfortunately, the moment I tip my head back, a dull ache reminds me that my body hasn't entirely recovered from this afternoon's adventures.