Something dark and bright moved behind his amber eyes. The hand on her hip tightened.
"Are you sure."
"Monroe, I just killed an apex predator with you, fled from a centipede the size of a bus, got buried alive in a cave-in, and am currently pinned beneath you in a space roughly the dimensions of my closet at home. I have never been more sure of anything in my entire existence."
He kissed her again. This time his mouth moved against hers differently, slower, and Blair realized he was demonstrating by example. His tongue traced her lower lip and then retreated, an invitation rather than an incursion, and when Blair followed the withdrawal with her own tongue she felt him smile against her mouth. His hand came up to her jaw and tilted her head slightly, changing the angle, and the new position allowed his tongue to slide deeper and find hers with a precision that made her spine dissolve.
