"You.." He shook his head, that incredulous smile still pulling at his mouth. "You have no idea what you do. The others warned me. They said you'd just say things. Casually destroy a man with three words and a pair of fox ears."
"I'm efficient."
"You're lethal."
Dimitri's thumb traced her lower lip. Slow. Deliberate in a way that made her hips shift restlessly beneath him. His gaze tracked the movement, and the softness in his expression sharpened into something hungrier, a predator remembering what it was.
"May I?" he asked. Formal. Controlled. As if the hand pressing into the mattress beside her head wasn't white-knuckled with restraint, and hell, she was pretty sure his hand was bleeding.
Felicity slid her fingers into his hair, fine as silk, cool against her heated skin and pulled him down the last inch.
Their mouths met.
