Aveline could feel it… that familiar warmth of him, the scent of him enveloping her, the firm heat of his chest beneath her palms, the gentleness of his touch she had grown used to.
She pressed her lips to his.
And there it was... his arm wrapping around her back, drawing her closer, his warmth spreading through her like something she had been craving without knowing it. He didn't push her down the way he sometimes did.
Instead, his hand came to her chin, firm but not harsh, tilting her face up. She felt the heat of his fingers, the quiet control in his touch, and it made her breath catch.
Then he slipped his finger inside her mouth.
His touch lingered, deliberate, almost searching, like he was trying to understand her through every reaction she gave him.
A soft sound slipped from her lips, unbidden, as the sensation sent a shiver through her, her body responding before her mind could keep up.
And the moment that fragile control broke… His lips were on hers again.
