Storm & Shield (Mages of the Wheel #2)

by J.D. Evans

I can’t think for the wanting of you.”

“I want your hands on me more than I want breath,” he said, catching her wrists and lifting her hands to his torso.

“And I have wanted you”—he tugged at the caftan, lifting it up her body—“until I am a useless wreck.”

“Any woman who sees you and claims not to want to climb you like a tree is a damned liar,” Aysel said.

“I told her that because I could not bring myself to tell her that I love you, and that having you beside me every day and not being able to tell you or anyone else that you are mine, will probably kill me.”