Chapter 28
"I know," he said and swooped in, shoving her head back against the mirror so she couldn't retreat from his kiss again. His lips were warm against hers, his tongue like hot, smooth steel forcing its way into her mouth and conquering the territory within. She wanted to deny him, but her resolve began to melt as arrows of heat shot through her, stealing her breath and her denials.
She could feel the familiar swirls of heat swooping and curling within her belly, begging her to open up to him, to accept his kisses, the sweep of his hand across her body. She moaned and tried to jerk her legs closed when he stepped between them, shoving his hips in, and forcing her legs wider. It was like magic, the way he could touch her, seduce her and make her forget the horrors he could play out with his hands and his mind. He kissed a path down from her mouth to her throat, to her chest. He tugged the bath sheet until it fell away, revealing her breasts. He latched onto her nipple and sucked.