He secured the door behind us and set our lanterns down, his hands shaking slightly as he watched me unbutton my cloak. I let it slip to the ground, never taking my eyes from his, hearing his quick intake of breath when it hit the floor. The soft light of the lanterns flickered and cast warm, sultry shadows across his face, and a slight shiver rocked his chest as he moved to unbutton his own cloak. I’d have given anything to know what he was thinking at that exact moment, when his eyes darkened and he swallowed the lump that had risen in his throat. I’d have given anything to know what he liked and what he didn’t, what made him tick and what didn’t. He never discussed these things in detail with me. But now he was mine, and I finally had the chance to find out.“You might want to put those out,” I breathed, nodding to the lanterns as I stepped backward to encourage him toward me, feeling my way across the windmill floor by gripping the diagonal wooden beams that swooped down from the round, vaulted ceiling.“I want to see you.”“The moonlight will be enough.”
