"Your brother and I never kissed."
"You must have." Lachlan had tortured himself with the image, all the while reminding himself that she was not his to want.
"Sorry to disappoint you. If it makes you feel better, we almost kissed, but I turned so that he kissed my cheek. I daydreamed about him. He's got a nice mouth, full, lush, with an intriguing cupid’s bow." She flicked a glance at his mouth. "Runs in the family, I see."
Did he imagine a spark in her eyes? "You wanted to kiss him."
She shrugged. "Sure, but not in an I'll-die-if-I-don’t way. I think about kissing any attractive guy who flirts with me. But there's no point in that kind of activity."
"That kind of activity?"
"Kissing. Touching." She met his gaze, licking her lips in an involuntary way that tightened his groin. "Making love. For me, anyway."
He mirrored her action, chastising himself for focusing on the way her mouth had wrapped around the words making love and drawn them out. "Why not?"
"The Darkness, of course." That came out a whisper laced with fear. "Intense emotions triggers it. I've heard having sex is intense, at least when it's done right. I’d be terrified of Becoming in the middle of a mind-bending orgasm.”
He banked the fire that rose from his chest into his eyes, afraid if he opened his mouth something inappropriate would come tumbling out. Kiss me. Touch me.
She went on, her eyes taking on a heavy, sleep look. "I’ve heard you can lose your mind. The slide of bodies against each other, the way I'd feel when the right man filled me." Her gaze slid down his chest, and he felt it tingle across the breadth of his shoulders. She fixed it there and seemed to pull herself from the vision of what she was talking about. "I can't lose my head. Ever. Because if I Become Darkness, I could kill you." She drew her gaze back to his. "I mean, you in a general way, of course."
"Of course." The words came out gritty. He'd felt her words, and their bodies gliding against each other, his cock filling her. It was growing even now, and would be damned obvious in his skivvies.
Her eyes went soft and heavy again as she looked at his mouth. "I don't want to kiss Magnus anymore."
He could hardly breathe. "No?"
"I want to kiss you."