Oh. My heart was racing now, and breathing suddenly seemed difficult. The way his voice had dropped when he explained it only made his explanation more exciting. I just stared at him, not sure what to say. I wasn’t positive my voice wouldn’t give away the effect his words had on me. Silence seemed to be safer. The privacy and the darkness made desires inside me stir that I had been doing my best to fight off.

He moved, sliding his hand back around my waist, pulling me close to him again. My body heated and the flush he was causing now had nothing to do with embarrassment. I was reacting to the attraction.

“It’s not even three yet. We have plenty of hours left to sleep. Stay with me.”

Ignoring that suggestion wouldn’t be possible. I lay my head down on his shoulder with hesitance. “I’m not sure this is what friends do,” I told him or me or both of us.

“It is,” he assured me, his breath far too close to my ear. I inhaled sharply and my skin hummed with pleasure. “Tonight, I had a date. One I couldn’t enjoy because all I could think about was someone else.” He lowered his head and his lips were so close to my ear they brushed it as he spoke. “Do you know who that was, Catalina?” he asked in a low husky voice.

I couldn’t speak. I did manage to shake my head a little.

“You. I couldn’t think of anything but you.”

My breath caught in my throat, and I wanted to run from this and cling to him at the same time. Every reason I should leave faded as he pressed his lips to my ear then moved to kiss my temple. “I just wanted to get back here, knowing you were here. Then I get here and you curl into me so sweet and soft. It’s exactly where I wanted to be.” His lips moved without breaking contact down to my ear then he shifted me, and he was kissing my neck, turning me until my chest was pressed to his and his lips were on my cheek. He was pausing, teasing, possibly battling with himself. I wasn’t sure but my body was so consumed with a greedy need to get more I didn’t care. I just didn’t want him to stop any of it.

With one easy shift, his hands were on my waist, and our lips were touching. Every nerve on my body caught fire when the tip of his tongue touched the sensitive flesh of my lips. I couldn’t inhale, my lungs were burning with the need of oxygen. My lips parted for him though without needing my help. They knew what they wanted and the taste was possibly better than the smell of his skin. I gasped, finally getting the air my body needed.