Wren laughed in his face. ‘Oh, please. You enjoyed it. You wanted it. You want it even now.’ She pressed herself against him. ‘I can feel it.’ Tor swallowed whatever he was about to say. Wren didn’t move. It would have to come from him. ‘If you want it, take it. I’ve made it more than clear how I—’ With a rumbling growl, Tor took her face in his hands and kissed her. It was like being swept up in a storm.
