Igniting Cinder (The Lost Girls, #3)

by Holly Roberds

“I would start,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky, “by tracing the curve of your jaw with my fingertips. Slowly, so you can feel every movement, every caress as if it were a whisper against your skin.” He can’t be serious. Kaison’s eyes darken with intensity. “I want that robe in a puddle at your feet. I want to discover all the secrets you hide under there. More ink, maybe a bit of metal?” He lifts an eyebrow in suggestion. No. Tell him to stop. This is ridiculous. We aren’t really involved, it’s just for show. “I'd drag my fingers over your bare arms. Trace the petals of the cherry blossom tattoos along the smooth skin and follow the skulls no matter where they lead.” His words become languid, each syllable drugging me. Phantom sensations caress my tattoo, swooping down my rib cage where it swirls under my breast. The coals in my stomach burn brighter, hotter, heating the blood in my veins. My heartbeat slows, pounding in heavy, rhythmic thumps. In moments, I’m hypnotized. The room fades around us and there is only the space between us and the words traveling from him to me. Kaison’s eyes drop down my body with open desire, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “I want to slip my fingers under that silk robe until I find your sweet little nipples. Find out if they are shades of rosy pink or a dusky brown. Though,” a wicked grin curves his mouth, “based on the outline I’m highly keyed in on right now, I can see I’ll have little bars to play with as well because, like me...