It didn't. Not with her hands sliding into my hair, not with the taste of her Essentia filling me up, not with the way her body fit against mine like she'd been designed to end up exactly here.
I stood, lifting her with me and turning to set her on the examination table. She went willingly, wrapping her legs around my waist to keep me close.
"Show me what else it can do," she said, shrugging out of the lab coat. Beneath it, her arms were fully visible, the glowing red lines tracing patterns from her wrists to her shoulders like beautiful, burning circuitry.
I ran my hands along those lines, feeling the heat pulse beneath my fingers. "These are Root-Type modifications?"
"Yes." She arched into my touch. "They enhance my thermal regulation ability. Allow me to channel heat more precisely."
I leaned down to press my mouth against one of the glowing lines on her collarbone. Her skin burned against my lips, but not painfully—more like kissing a sun-warmed stone.
