"Saera…" Jin murmured.
"You said you wanted to kiss me."
"Yes, but.." He held her waist delicately and kissed her delicately, too, his lips always dancing away from hers at the last moment. "I can't always get what I want…"
Saera pressed against him harder, chasing him like a predator, reaching to undo the ties he had just fastened on his shirt. The fire inside her burned hotly, too strong to be quenched by the weak splashes of affection he was giving her.
Jin protested weakly as her hands loosened the last knot on his shirt and it fell open, exposing the smooth muscled chest beneath. Saera pushed the fabric down over his shoulders without breaking the kiss, his breath like ambrosia against her lips. She knew if she faltered for a second, he would stiffen and pull away like he always did.
