She held his gaze, refusing to look away. "What does that even mean?"
"It means this…"
Eric leaned down slowly, giving her every chance to pull away—and when she didn't, his mouth brushed hers in a soft kiss. It was just emotion. Just everything he hadn't been able to say aloud pressed into that single moment.
Sera didn't stop him. She couldn't. Her hands hovered uselessly at his chest. All she knew was that her knees felt weak. Whatever he was doing to her—whatever this was—it slid under her skin, curled around her thoughts, made her forget common sense. It felt intoxicating. Terrifying. Right.
Eric pulled back just enough to breathe, before his mouth drifted to her jaw, then lower, feather-light kisses tracing down her neck. He lingered at her pulse, where it thudded wildly beneath her skin, his lips hovering there as if he could feel it calling to him.
Perfect, his mind whispered. Just right.
