"Good morning," Malachi replied after tearing his lips away from her.
Ravina was breathless, her body tingling all the way down to her toes. The heat that had been bothering her reached another level, and now it ran in her blood. It amplified the taste of his lips on hers, the feel of his body against hers, and his addicting scent.
Slowly, he released her, and she was down on her feet again, feeling unsteady for a moment. Malachi walked over to the chair and sat down at the table, and Ravina had to quickly collect herself. She pulled up her robe that had fallen off one shoulder and moved to the side slightly to sit on her chair.
"I might get used to this," he said, nodding toward the tray.
"It is alright. I don't mind serving you every morning."
His gaze was still dark, and he narrowed his eyes with a slight smile. "And the kiss?"
Her heart skipped. "What about it?" She pretended not to understand.
