And then his lips were on hers, and he was whole. They were heat and electricity and some primal need lit within. Perhaps it was because they’d just escaped death, or the foreign planet under their feet, or the days apart, but they kissed as if there was nothing but this moment. He pulled her into his lap, his hands skating along her skin, and her hands in his hair, sure he’d never get enough. Trailing his lips down her neck, he savored the taste of her, the hitches in her breath, her fingers curling into his bare back. Because now that he’d found her again, he sure as chaff wasn’t letting go.
