He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.

“You may have the worst timing since Napoleon decided the dead of winter was the…”

“Cecy," he said, and closed the distance between them, though it was not much, a…”

“Oh, God, the lovebirds,” Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. “I hate …”

“His fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leani…”