'Intention' could be a tricky thing, especially where volatile creatures like Elia were concerned. Kennet had become her intention the moment that she had seen him backstage in the burlesque tent. Granted, she hadn't had a detailed plan. Sometimes a sliver of attention was all he would allow – tonight seemed to be better than that.
"Then you'll have to tell me whether or not you object." Her lips followed the path of her fingers until they were teasing kisses down over one bared hip, inward and lower against his pelvic bone, her teeth grazing his inner thigh. One hand moved to curl around the length of him, stroking languidly as she kissed and nibbled her way to the base of his shaft.