Simeth's Bride (Crystal Glass Dragons 2)

My left hand was still tangled with her right one, but my other hand pulled her to me by her waist. She was still for a moment before softening and kissing me back.

She was so short, seven or eight inches shorter than me, and it made me feel like I could just devour her whole. If we weren’t in a semi-public area, I’d have just gone down on her right there in that hallway.

Tasted everything she had to offer.

That sweet warmth that I felt on our way over.

Eventually I’d have her, and it would be better than just some hurried fumbling, but that didn’t mean I didn’t still want the quick fling.

I wanted anything I could get from her.

Her arm slung around my neck, pulling us closer together, and our teeth clacked in the heady excitement. I was kissing, licking, taking in her sweet citrus scent. My lips and tongue found their way to her neck, and she was squirming and almost moaning from the marks I was laying there.

I wondered what other delicious sounds she’d make when I could take things further.

Loud, metronomic clicking came from down the hall, a sound I recognized as Rhuron’s footsteps coming closer. Ah, shit, I couldn’t let him find us like this. He needed to know I wasn’t trying to just get a hand up … even though I definitely was.

“Let’s go.” I kissed her one more time and she nodded.