Thoren
She didn’t hesitate.
Her arms slid around my shoulders like she’d done it a hundred times before—and when she did, the towel slipped.
It hit the floor without a sound.
But the sound I made?
Low. Guttural.
It scraped from somewhere deep in my chest and vibrated between our lips as her bare skin pressed against me, soft and warm and so godsdamned perfect I nearly lost all reason.
I didn’t stop kissing her.
Couldn’t.
Her mouth was too sweet, too sure, too full of a hunger that matched mine.
My hands found her waist, fingers splaying wide to feel the curve of her hips, the heat of her spine, the slight tremble that ran through her when I gripped a little tighter.
I lifted her without breaking the kiss.
Her legs wrapped around me like instinct.
Like need.
Like she’d been wa
