It was like a dam breaking, like the air rushing in after I'd held my breath for too long.
Maeve kissed me like she'd been waiting to do it. Her lips were warm, hungry, pressing against mine with this possessive tenderness.
Her hands came up, framing my face, tilting me so she could take control of the kiss.
And I melted into her touch. The heat of the fire, the way her mouth moved against mine.
I felt myself slipping out of control, slipping into this soft, warm darkness where nothing else existed.
Maeve was the one who broke the kiss.
For a long moment, we just stared at each other. Her eyes burned with this fiery intensity, her gaze pinning me down.
Her lips were wet, and a little red from our kiss.
And then, in a voice that was low and rough, she whispered, "Fuck, Rhiannon."
I swallowed. "Yeah."
She just stared, her thumb running along my jaw like she couldn't help herself.