Flame and Sparrow (Flame and Sparrow Duology Book 1)

by S.M. Gaither

I leaned back, marveling at the towering, colorful circle of branches overhead. Dravyn sucked in a breath as I reclined into him, his hands sliding lower, following a natural path toward my inner thighs. He realized what he was doing and started to pull them back, but I reflexively pressed my hands over his and held him in place. For balance. Mostly for balance. The motion made him chuckle. He buried his face against my hair, breathing in my scent, nose and lips grazing the side of my neck. “Did you forget what I said about not becoming too aroused?” “Did you?” “I’m perfectly in control of my arousal, thank you.” His hands moved beneath my palms, and I wondered—for the span of a shaky breath—what it might be like to make him lose that control. “In control for now,” I mumbled. “Yes.” His fingers massaged my thighs, moving closer to the center of them but stopping just short of stroking the sensitive spot at their apex—a demonstration of the control he touted. His mouth dipped closer to my ear as he said, “But we’ll see what happens later, I suppose.”