Still, she couldn’t stop herself. The warmth of his arms, the strength in his body, the way he tasted, kissed; it was what she suspected flying felt like. The scent of sandalwood and spice teased her mind while his warmth teased her body. He drugged her and tormented her, and all she could do was kiss him breathless. His hand clasped her neck and she clutched his shoulders. Even with his arms around her, she couldn’t get close enough. There were far too many layers of clothing between them. After a moment, she broke the kiss. “I should move back to my seat,” she groaned and dropped her head back. Simon nuzzled her neck. “You should. Or you can continue to kiss me until we reach our destination.” She smiled and ran her hand through his soft hair. He lifted his head and their gazes locked. “That is the first of your recent ideas that pleases me most.” His mouth came down to claim hers again and her lids closed. They kissed as if these were their last moments on earth. They made free use of their hands, with touches both innocent and not so innocent.
