Her body trembled the moment his touch found her skin, breath hot against her ear.
Cale pulled her close, drawing her into an embrace that felt far too comfortable. Emma found herself surrendering to it, her body melting into his grasp as if it had been waiting for this moment all along.
He took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance of her nape. It was intoxicating—tantalizing in a way that made his pulse quicken.
Resting his chin on her left shoulder, his voice dropped to a murmur. "You've gotten more seductive. You do realize we can't do certain things in here..." He paused, a smirk evident in his tone. "Not that I mind, though."
He began kissing her neck slowly. Once. Twice. Again and again, marking her skin with deliberate hickeys that bloomed across her pale flesh like dark flowers. Emma's face flushed crimson, her body responding in ways she couldn't control.
