The moment Lucas pulled her against him and she felt the delicious burn of his warm skin against hers, Celia could only sigh with bliss. She quickly found herself on her back, Lucas hovering over her but using his forearms to take the weight of his frame.
She looped her arms around his neck and ran a hand through his messy hair, remembering all those times she'd wanted to play with the curls that rested around his tunic collar.
She then closed her eyes when she felt him press his forehead to hers. As he spoke quietly, his breath brushed across her lips.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this. But you have to be very sure about this, Celia, because I can't promise I'll be able to stop partway through."
She wrapped one hand around the hard curve of his forearm and pulled him closer. "You won't have to stop this time. I just ache for you."
He pressed his mouth to hers.
