He dipped his head to Noelle's and brushed his mouth against hers, seeking entry. She parted her lips ever so slightly, her response as light as a feather's caress. What manner of kiss was this? Did she seek to play the innocent, or did she wish for him to stop? Intrigued, Farran traced the seam of her mouth with the tip of his tongue. Beneath him, she shivered. The response rolled through him, vibrated down his spine, and stirred his swollen shaft. Fierce desire leapt to life, and he slipped one hand into the silken lengths of her hair. Curling his fingers against her scalp, he angled her head where he desired it and he nudged her lips apart. No more play. 'Twas time to make his intent unmistakable. If she wished to refuse him, she must speak now. For he intended to take full pleasure in the gift of waking beside her. He had spent too long away from Leah, and his body would not stand another moment of this ache.