"I burnt to kiss you," he whispered. "Everywhere." She sucked in a quick breath. He threatened to set her ablaze. Her whole body sizzled when he pulled her closer, lifting her with an arm around her waist so their parts meshed more fully. Skin on skin. Heart to heart and groin to groin. He pressed his cheek against hers. The stubble of his regrowing beard scraped her skin. Then he drew his opened mouth over her sensitized flesh. He stopped shy of her lips, nostrils flared, a wild light in his eyes. Katla swayed on her feet. "You want my kiss," he said, his voice liquid seduction, a low purring sound that went straight to her womb and made her throb in time with the slow rock of his hips against her pelvis. "Admit it. You want my touch on your skin. You want my cock between your legs."