Chapter 37

While he explored Seth’s mouth, Caryn moved behind him. She pulled at his shirt, exposing his stomach and chest to her light touch. She kissed lazy patterns along the back of his neck, and then marked the skin beneath his ears, and traced the edge of his hair. Her mouth was as soft and delicate as he remembered, and there was no hint at how demanding or overwhelming she could be. That was good. Brandon didn’t need things to be demanding and overwhelming. He didn’t want to get caught up in a typhoon of passion—he didn’t want to forget himself. He wanted to remember exactly who he was, and who he was with.