Had anyone ever kissed her hand like so before? Jo suddenly found herself unable to form a single coherent thought outside of the warmth of his breath on her hand. She'd long ago lost count of how many she shared her body with, but she was certain none had ever thought to hold her hand as though it were worth gold to do so. Merlin. Why had they wasted days dancing around this when they could've been lost in passion for hours?

If there was any room left between them it was eliminated with her small step forward. Her hand rested softly on his cheek, her gaze as equally intense as his own. "It doesn't have to end," she murmured. "Come up to my room."