I watched a boyish grin creep across Rilian’s face. He didn’t say a word but slipped across the gondola to my side, sitting next to me.
“I dunno,” teased Rilian, “who do you think might be watching?”
Rilian brushed his fingertips gently across my cheek, and I quivered, frozen in place as he leaned forward so close I could feel the warmth of his lips near mine.
“Just me…” I whispered, my heart pounding in anticipation.
“Well, alright then,” said Rilian with a grin.
Then without hesitation, his hand slid into my hair and pulled me forward until our lips met in a dizzying passion.
Gentle pecks turned feverish kisses. He cornered me into the edge of the cabin, keeping me locked down as his warm tongue slipped past my lips. I had to stifle a moan as his thigh pressed between mine, putting unbearable pressure on that place that was already growing with tension.