Even now, he still made her feel like she had all the power in the situation, despite the fact that she was unraveling just as quickly as he was, melting into him, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself to him.
The carriage swayed gently, a slow rocking that only heightened the sensation of the charged space that existed here, with the rest of the world shut firmly outside the carriage walls.
Circe lifted her head, her breath brushing along his collar.
They were both breathing hard when he broke the kiss, her cheeks now an adorable shade of pink that matches the color of her dress.
His gaze dropped to her throat where her pulse fluttered wildly. A dainty lace ribbon was tied delicately into a bow around her neck, like a present he wanted to unwrap.
