Conaan drew back with a small laughter, but Eleanor held on to his arm, pulling him back, so she was voluntarily sandwiched between his body and the wall.

He raised a small brow, his eyes taking hers in. It was dark, and her blue orbs looked like two floating lighthouses in the midst of the endless dark sea.

"Where are you going, my love? I thought we were dying in the folds of each other's skin."

He gave a small snicker. "You are just as wild as I remember you."

She smiled, bringing her hands to slowly caress his face. "Safe to say, my love. You do drive me wild."...