Iron Flame (The Empyrean, #2)

by Rebecca Yarros

That you’re human. “I’m about three seconds away from carrying you up to my bedroom to continue this conversation.” His hand slides along my jaw, his thumb caressing my lower lip. “Not your room.” I shake my head. “You. Me. Bed. Not a good idea at the moment.” Too tempting. “As I remember—which I do, often—we don’t always need a bed.” His other hand palms my waist. My thighs clench. “Violet?” I cannot kiss this man. I can’t. But would it really be the end of the world if I did? It’s not like it would be the first time. Shit. I’m going to break. Even if it’s only for this moment. “Hypothetically, if I wanted you to kiss me but only kiss me—” I start. His mouth is on mine before I finish. Yes. This is exactly what I need. My lips part for him, and there’s no hesitation in the glide of his tongue against mine. He groans, and the sound reverberates through my very bones as I wrap my arms around his neck. Home. Gods, he tastes like home.