“Maybe we should get breakfast,” Renwick said, even as his hands traced down her bare sides to settle on her hips. He looked up to the ceiling, the beams of sunlight coming in around the chimney. “Or perhaps it’s time for lunch.” “I am not hungry for food,” Rua pouted, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his chest back against hers. “Gods.” Renwick’s eyes blazed at her. “If you keep looking at me like that, I don’t think we will ever leave this tent.” “Good.” Renwick gave a wicked smile as he bent to kiss her neck.
