Page 258 of Black Reign

That ends careful.

His mouth finds mine again with a sound low in his throat that I feel everywhere.

One hand slides into my damp hair.

The other catches my waist through the robe.

I rise onto my toes.

The kiss deepens.

Slow for one second.

Then not slow at all.

His tongue brushes mine.

Heat explodes through me.

I make a sound against his mouth.

His hand tightens at my waist.

Teeth catch my lower lip, carefully avoiding the split, and then he kisses me harder.

The rain crashes against the windows.

The fire snaps.

My fingers leave his lapel and slide higher, curling around the back of his neck.

He's warm.

Solid.

Real.

Ghost has a mouth.

That thought nearly ruins me.

Every filthy late-night message.

Every unfinished sentence.

Every photograph that showed too little.

All of it suddenly has a taste.

A body.

Hands.

His palm moves up my back, gathering damp curls as he pulls me closer.

The robe separates slightly at my knees.

His body presses into mine.