It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a promise of rumpled sheets, sweaty bodies, and orgasms, yes, multiple. I dug my fingers into his hair and held him still while I sipped at his mouth, slid my tongue inside, and then kissed him so deep, his only response was a groan and some muted swearing.

When we broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. I glanced at the couch and noted that Sir was curled up in his blanket, oblivious to the porn scene we were acting out right in front of him.

Nick spun me around again and nudged me toward the bedroom. As soon as he stepped in after me, he kicked the door shut with his foot. He backed me up to the bed. When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, I went down and Nick pounced. Lying full on top of me, he kissed me and kissed me and kissed me some more, fitting his mouth to mine and plundering me like a pirate seeking treasure. He didn’t stop until my ears were ringing, my lips were puffy, and my chin sported whisker burn. I didn’t care. I would have kissed him all night long if that was all he offered.

He cupped my cheek and ran his thumb over my lower lip. His eyes were gentle when he looked at me with tender affection and said, “You are a feast and I am a starving man. Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I said. My voice was breathy when I added, “I’m yours.”

A low hum was his only response, and then he was kissing me again. I’d told the truth. I was totally his. He could make love to me or suggest we play Scrabble. I did not care. I just wanted to be with him. There was something about him that called to me. As if he was a lonely voice, crying out in the distance, and I was trying to find him.

In unspoken agreement, we attacked each other’s clothes. My dress went one way, his shirt another. We paused to kick off our shoes, and they dropped to the floor with loud thuds. Then we peeled off our remaining clothes until we were both down to our skin. I hardly got a chance to look at him when he rolled me. Pressing his entire body the length of mine, he settled on top of me. His hands roamed over my curves with delicious abandon, and I could hardly process the sensations rocketing through me. I arched against him, feeling him lock into place exactly where I wanted him. My blood felt hot and sluggish in my veins. The need I felt was so sharp, it made me gasp.

“Easy, Goddess,” he said. “We have all night.”

Goddess? How was I supposed to resist that? I couldn’t. I rolled us so that I was on top. My hair formed a curtain, cocooning us in.