Marksman POV

Marksman covered her mouth with his hand and huffed a breath through his nose, nostrils flaring. “You need to stop talking now,” he said. “I apologise for my actions but if another word comes out of your mouth, I am going to kiss you so hard that I will have to arrest myself for public indecency.”

Ember slid her tongue between her lips and licked the inside of Marksman’s palm, making him groan louder.

“You will be the death of me,” he said, pulling his hand away and then tucking her under his arm and angling them toward where the windows were now a little steamy from all...