Josh was surprised by the trembling in his fingers as he carefully pushed Cassa’s outer tunic off her shoulders. The faint markings along her forehead and left cheek ran down over her shoulders. He wanted to kiss every one of the marks.
A soft, startled hiss escaped him when Cassa pressed her lips against him and twisted so she could push him back against the closed door. Her hand fumbled for the panel and she locked it. His own hands began moving frantically over her. He pulled far enough back to grab the bottom of her shirt and tugged it over her head. He tossed it to the floor, his eyes narrowing in desire.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” he murmured.
Cassa raised an eyebrow before she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Why don’t you show me?” she murmured in invita
