I clutched at his shoulders and held on for dear life as my hips cradled his, taking him, letting him do whatever he wanted to me, with me. I felt a deep sense of emotion entwining us together and fought to hold back at least a small part of myself. "No!" the word was little more than a whisper but he heard me all the same.
"Yes!" Seriously, was he reading my mind? If so then I was in deep trouble, it means my shield is no deterrent against him.
"If you can still think then I'm not doing this right." Oh you're doing it right alright, too right. Not now nymph!
His grin told me that he'd heard that thought as well. But the way his eyes focused on my mouth had whatever worry I might have dissipating. "Kiss me." I turned my face in refusal. Or was I flirting? It was hard to know which at th
