“Have you found that to be true?” His eyes stripped me bare. “I’ve never allowed anyone to see or touch my wings during sex. It makes you vulnerable in a way that I’m not … comfortable with.” “Too bad,” I said, staring out too casually toward the mighty mountain that now appeared on the horizon, towering over the others. And capped, I noted, with that glimmering palace of moonstone. “Why?” he asked warily. I shrugged, fighting the upward tugging of my lips. “Because I bet you could get into some interesting positions with those wings.” Rhys loosed a barking laugh, and his nose grazed my ear.
