They kissed through the hallway, stumbling toward their room at the tavern. Cale locked the door behind them , that dangerous smile spreading across his face.
She pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him with predatory grace. Her fingers traced across his shoulder, breath hitching as warmth flooded through her. The closeness was intoxicating—the kind of intimacy that scattered thought like morning mist. She could feel the tension coiled in his body, the raw hunger barely contained.
His lips found hers, and Rexa melted into him without resistance. Her hand clutched at his robes as sensation overwhelmed restraint, her body responding with an eagerness that shamed her even as she surrendered completely to it.
'Shouldn't I be taking the lead here?' she thought fleetingly, but the thought dissolved when he kissed her nape, then her neck.
