Then don't. Let me make love to you." Before he could move, she leaned down and kissed him. Her mouth was hungry and her lips were supple and hot. Her tongue pushed at his lips, slipping inside when he opened them. She heard his moan and felt his arms slide around her body, holding her to him. When he released her mouth, she didn't wait to see if he would balk again. Instead she started a campaign of kisses and laps of her tongue on his body, her mouth hungry for his taste.

She could feel his power, the fire of his eyes, the golden contractions that made her feel...