When a pair of strong fingers grasped her chin to turn her head away from Cruinn, she let out a small, surprised noise as Bayodan stole her kiss for himself. Where Cruinn was soft, Bayodan was sharp, firm, and unyielding. The scratch of his beard against her was more than a little pleasant. When they parted, she found herself just the barest bit breathless. He smirked. “This is not goodbye.”
