And, because Aedan was watching—and only because Aedan was watching—Aurienne rose to her tiptoes and ran silk-clad fingers through Mordaunt’s hair. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t give her time to change her mind. He pulled her in close, put a hand around the back of her neck, tilted her head upwards. Then came the tender apocalypse of his lips on hers.
YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS
