Lena gasped.

What was he doing with his face down there? She wanted him to kiss her nipples again; it made her feel a rush of excitement, surging up in hot, fluttery waves from her core, the place Kit had his mouth dangerously close to.

Lena's hands were in his hair, tugging gently with desire for him to continue and desire to make him stop. She didn't know which emotion she wanted to win out.

Kit darted his eyes up from between her spread legs, looking at her from under a sweep of mussed-up dark hair. His eyes were full of that irresistible grey fire, sending waves of heat beneath...