Chapter Twenty-Three
My breath stops in my throat.
Holy pogo stick, that is huge.
A memory of something I heard in a half-sleep trance pops into my head. Nero was putting me to bed just like this, and Isis had implied I’d need healing if something were to happen between us. Is this what she meant? If so, she’s a wimp.
I can totally handle this.
I mean, I’m pretty sure. It has been a while since I’ve handled anything.
Nero doesn’t seem to notice the fallen towel. His eyes are too busy roaming over my body.
I lean up.
He leans down.
Our lips touch.
A melting heat moves through my body as his arms wrap around me, and the kiss turns hotter, rougher. We devour each other, our breaths mingling, our tongues tangling in an almost violent dance. My hands skate over the broad plane of his
