A grin pressed against his robes, Padma's hands stole up Anthony's back, linking between his shoulder blades. Her words followed on a puff of contented breath.
"It must be my wicked feminine nature," she teased, the jest sharp but her tone shaking slightly. Did he imagine she was not tempted? To what, she wasn't going to begin to speculate or voice, the impulse alone was wild enough.
What in the world was she playing at? Padma did not let go, but her touch was light. She wanted to unravel this moment, rare thread by rare thread. She wanted to kiss him again, but what a path that.