When she slid her hand up to touch him, something warm and alive unfurled inside him. It was triumph mixed with anxiety mixed with a feeling of limitless yes. Her fingers on the nape of his neck were soft, yet graceful, just like her, and Piper responded by bringing her closer to him.
He wrapped her against his warmth, and he splayed his hand against her back. He could feel the beat of her heart against his body, and she felt warm and tangible against his hand. This was nothing like the previous kisses he'd shared, where he'd been an observer, a far off voyeur. No, here he was lost; lost in the kiss, and in the feel of her in his arms, lost in the possibility of more, of this, of everything, as long as that everything involved her.