"Kissing you," Cassian's voice purred against her earlobe as he cunningly added, "Lousy Kisser."
Cixi gulped dry. "That is not what we agreed up—" Her words stumbled on the last word when Cassian chose that exact moment to lower his mouth to the back of her neck and press a lingering kiss into the warm skin just below her hairline.
Her eyes fell shut and her back arched at the electrifying sensation. Her shoulders loosened against her will. Her head tilted forward by a fraction, exposing more of her nape as though her body had signed a separate treaty with Cassian that her brain had never authorised.
Something deep inside her chest crumbled, and she felt herself melting backward into the solid wall of him, ready to surrender every ounce of control she had barely held on to.
She cursed herself with such violence that the words nearly scorched the inside of her skull.
