Cath snorted at her. Yes, he was a great baby for needing to see out of both eyes for this task. Evil shrew. And he likely had more capped teeth than she did for that matter. He'd been at the business of getting them knocked in longer.
All right, that tone was entirely too indecent. He was already wound up and tense from the situation. Not to mention two bloody days she'd been pushing him away because of this tripe. He understood she was frightened, but Christ, he'd have been happy to hold her a bit. Needed to hold her a bit, really.
And those sounds she made when she kissed him were not helping. Damn her. He was already getting randy and then she said that. He kissed her again, deeper and more demanding, drawing her closer.
Fuck, this was not the time nor the place. She'd fled all the way up to bloody Arete deck, which was floors above both their bloody room or his office in the library. Then he remembered something.
He had the bloody master pass key.
Oh fuck, they really shouldn't. It was utterly and horribly wrong. Which made it all the more tempting. And he knew he'd need his whole bloody brain for what dealing the maps and such. It was going to be distracting enough just having her around him without wanting to pin her to the bloody table.
Bloody hell, he must be going insane. That was all there was to it. <"C'mon, love,"> he murmured against her lips, grabbing her hand and tugging her towards the nearest room. Hopefully it was bloody empty. He pulled out the card key and swiped it through the lock.