Before Laura could ask what he meant, Zephyr's mouth was on her neck. He kissed and nipped at her skin, making her gasp and shudder in pleasure.

His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve through her clothes. Laura arched against him, heat building in her chest. She could feel her pussy throbbing with need.

"Zephyr," she breathed.

"Tell me to stop," he said against her throat. "Tell me to stop and I fucking will."

Instead, Laura grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

Zephyr's chest was lean and strong, marked with scars from training and battle. Laura ran her hands over his skin, feeling...