Far from resisting, he grinned. “Did you want something?”
“Perhaps—another kiss?”
“I don’t know,” he teased. “That might be tempting fate.”
“Fate be damned.” I wrapped him in a loose embrace, gazing into his deep blue eyes. “I want a kiss.”
He put his arms around me as our lips meshed, moaning softly. ::I’ve wanted to do this so many times.::
::Now you are. We are.:: I intensified the kiss, urging him to open to my questing tongue. He did. I found his taste exquisite, intoxicating. Too intoxicating. I stepped away before I gave into my need for more.
He seemed to understand why I had. Tracing a finger over my lips, he said, “One step at a time.”
“Yes. We are—quite obviously I’d say—definitely interested in each other. However—”
“Rushing things,” Ephram said with a sweet smile, “might not be in our best interests. We have to be certain it’s real.”