"And I was catastrophically wrong," she breathed, a shaky laugh escaping her. "My God, Eros. My brain hasn't been my own for days. It replays the memory of your touch, your scent, the exact cadence of your breathing when you breathe like this on my skin. It's an endless feedback loop, and I couldn't… I couldn't make it stop."
He smiled, a genuine, private things for her alone. "I have some idea of the feeling."
She claimed his mouth again, a quick, fierce, bite of a kiss—a brand. "Good," she whispered, stepping back with the visible effort of a woman pulling herself from the edge of a cliff. Her composure was almost back in place, a mask settling over her flushed features.
"Anastasia is sending death rays my way. If I don't let her at you soon, she's going to flash-freeze the entire AMG inventory, and I doubt your credit card covers that kind of collateral damage."
