Cara’s hand flew to her throat as she watched the wave of emotion change Trelon’s face. Mesmerized, she saw him shudder, his fists clenching and unclenching as if he was struggling for control. When he opened his eyes, they had changed, becoming a darker gold, his pupils narrow slits of black against the gold. The look in his eyes was enough to dissolve any doubts Cara had about his desire for her.
Cara flew across the room and jumped into Trelon’s arms. Trelon started to say something, but Cara didn’t give him a chance. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she gripped the back of his head and sealed her lips to his, taking advantage of his swift intake of breath. Cara moaned with pleasure as she ran her tongue along his lower lip and slipped inside.
God, he tastes so good, she thought.
