She laughed again, the sound a bright bell of joy. "Come on, we need more wine."
I followed her to the cupboard, and she retrieved a bottle, but instead of opening it, she looked around the room. The servants had left for the night, and the castle was still.
"Everyone's asleep," she whispered conspiratorially.
I raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Ciara leaned close, her hair brushing my cheek, her lips nearly touching mine. "No one to interrupt," she murmured.
My pulse quickened, and I caught her hand, pulling her with me as I stood. Together, we walked to her room, her laughter echoing down the halls.
As soon as we were through the door, she turned, capturing my lips with her own.
Her kiss was slow and deliberate, as if she'd been waiting all day to taste me. My arms wrapped around her, holding her close as her hands mapped my body.