Then she felt his hand slide from her leg to her sex, to massage her through her panties. This wasn’t the same dominating, forceful touch that he’d used earlier. This was gentle, and she could feel that fire that had evaporated in a puff of smoke when he’d discovered her scar returning, filling her. Maybe it was because she was feeling extremely vulnerable at that moment, or maybe it was because he had proven her point that he wasn’t the self-serving bastard he had displayed himself to be. Well, he was still a jerk. A truly decent and rational human being wouldn’t have gone so radically far to ensure people would avoid him. Then again, with how he’d suffered, he had every right to be irrational. She hadn’t exactly been the picture of logic.
Regardless, she leaned toward him, tentatively pressed her lips against his, one hand moving to cup his cheek while the other slipped around to the nape of his neck where her fingers curled into the hair there. Her lips pressed a little harder into his, and she could feel that fire from her core quickly spreading like a virus through her entire body.