There was something playful in the way he kissed her—little nips at her lower lip that made her whimper, the teasing sweep of his tongue against hers before he'd pull back just enough to make her chase him, then diving back in with renewed intensity.
His solar nature seemed to infuse everything, making the kiss feel like being wrapped in liquid sunlight, warm and sweet and absolutely intoxicating.
Heat built between them, growing with every slide of lips, every touch of tongue. His solar magic seemed to pulse in time with the kiss, making her skin tingle everywhere they touched, making the warmth pool low in her belly and spread outward in waves.
His hands began to roam with confident ease. One slid down from her waist, over the curve of her hip, then boldly cupped her backside through the silk of her dress. He squeezed gently, possessively, his fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp and arch into him.
