Chapter 8

“Anything specifically you want me to get for you?” she asked when she emerged.

“No. I’m fine with anything you like. Just make sure you hurry back.”

“That’s the plan.” On a whim, she crossed the room and leaned down, sealing her mouth over his. It was only meant to be a quick kiss, but at the very first contact, he opened to her, his hand coming to the back of her neck to hold her in place. Anicka moaned at the softer swipe of his tongue over hers, a slow search that was nothing like the assault on her body from before. She imagined it was like the caress along her birthmark, and wondered what kind of man could contain such divergent impulses within the same body.

She finally pulled back, panting lightly. “You make it very hard to go, you know.”

“Maybe that’s part of my plan. Make it so you never want to leave.”

An alluring idea, to say the least. Too bad she couldn’t seriously consider it.