"He'll have missed you," Kell said, because Kell could poorly time anything. He made a soft, breathless noise as Neria tightened her arms around him, drew him closer until he couldn't help but slide against her, all her soft skin and iron muscle and slick heat.

Kell had already been breathless; Neria had gone once, enough to take the edge off, but her words halted further rational thought. Reduced him to baser things, reminded him of how difficult patience could be.

Drawing his hand up her side, Kell brushed his hand over the swell of her breast, flicking his thumb slowly over a nipple, worked his knee between her thighs -- and was immediately seized with the mental image of her riding it. Swallowing his groan, Kell forced his eyes back up to hers.

"I want to know what you like," he said frankly, his blue eye locked on her face, the edge of a smile on his lips. "We've never talked about it."