Rose smiled into the kiss, chuckling softly at his teasing; his words making a warmth unlike any she had ever felt spread through her body. “I want you, too,” she said softly, her eyes never straying from his. “Around me,” she kissed the seam of his lips, “with me,” she kissed the other side of his mouth. “In me,” she whispered, her tongue darting out to tease his upper-lip. “Everything.”
She ground her hips against him, moaning softly as the kiss deepened. Sweet Helga, she wanted him, and he wanted her and she wasn’t entirely certain that she was dream it all. “Do you have your spare wand?” she asked, her lips never losing touch with his. “I want you, love.”