His hands moved lightly along my arms before settling at my hips.
He finished easing the dress the rest of the way down, guiding the fabric carefully until it slipped free and fell into a soft pile at our feet.
For a moment he simply looked at me.
The intensity of his gaze made warmth rise along my skin.
“You’re quiet,” I said.
“I’m thinking.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
“It probably is.”
His hands slid gently along my waist again before he lifted me suddenly off the floor.
A surprised laugh escaped me as my arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders.
“Thoren—”
He carried me the short distance to the bed and set me down against the soft blankets.
The mattress dipped slightly beneath my weight.
He remained standing for a moment, looking down at me.
I leaned back slightly aga
