The fine lines at the corner of her eyes crinkled and smoothed as they widened. She glanced down at his lips, and he knew they both wanted more. Yas wove his arm around her back, relishing the surprised “oh” escaping from her mouth and the slight parting of her lips. Her breath brushed his lips. The curves of her body pressed against the hard planes of his. To feel her naked. To take her. His desire raged, and he tamped it down. First, this step and then maybe…. Before he could internally argue further, she took the choice away. She moved closer, placed her leg between his and her lips on his. His blood surged, and his Wolf wanted to run wild and rip off all her clothes. What the hell was he thinking? He wasn’t. Pure pleasure ripped through his body. The tip of Tala’s tongue lashed his lower lip, stroking, and Yas delved in. She tasted of honey, sweet with a hint of underlying spice.
