Late Night Rendezvous I

The chill of the late night breeze bit into Rhea's bare skin like little teeth but the feeling of Augustus' coffee warmed lips moving against hers' left her too dazed to care.

Her robe had long since been removed by his wandering hands when he had pressed the first kiss to her lips, but from the way his hands kneaded at her thighs through the thin fabric of her nightgown she suspected it would be coming off soon.

"You smell delicious," he pulled back just enough for their lips to brush against each other. "Lotion?"

"Body mist," she corrected, beginning to move her lips against his' to refocus his attention on what was really important.

A hum resonated from his chest, something deep with a growl she wanted to feel vibrate against her skin like some prey caught by the neck by a bigger predator.

So she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him into her.