Kael didn't move. He just kept kissing me, slow now, reverent.
"I'll never get enough of you," he whispered against my thigh, lips brushing fire there.
I could barely speak.
But the second I looked down and saw the way he was staring up at me—eyes dark, lips glistening, still kneeling—I knew this man wasn't anywhere near done.
I shoved at his chest, heart pounding, dress clinging to my skin like sin itself.
"Stop," I breathed, pushing him back. "We can't… we can't do this here."
Kael rose to his full height, towering over me with that smug, wicked glint in his eyes that made my thighs clench all over again. He leaned in, kissed me—slow and soft and deep enough to make me forget how to breathe.
I melted for a second.
Just a second.
Then I pulled back with a groan. "Kael."
"What?" he murmured, lips ghosting over mine. "Didn't I tell you what happens when you misbehave?"
I blinked, dazed. "What—"
"I don't wait until we're home."
