Qin Mo's silver eyes were still curled into two curved crescents of pure satisfaction as he ran his fingers one last time through Lin Wan's hair.
The lingering sweetness of their stolen kiss hung thick on the porch, so dense that Long Zhan was practically chewing on his own tongue to keep from spitting fire at the floorboards.
"I'll go get the fire ready," Qin Mo said, his voice dropping into that smooth, sexy purr that made her ears tingle. "I will personally skin the beast pork and reduce the glaze until it is thick enough to coat your fingers. Just sit here with the stinky dragon and do not move."
Lin Wan let out a soft, hungry hum, her stomach letting out a small, rumbling growl that made both males chuckle. "Go quickly. If I don't see those pork chops in the next hour, I might actually eat the wooden table."
Qin Mo gave her a final, lingering look of absolute possessiveness before turning on his heel.
