Melinda wanted to pull away, managing to get a hand up to rest on Alec's forearm, but he was really good at distracting her, and then she got a hint of his tongue and it was over. She kissed him back, just a little hesitant at first, then as hard and eager as she ever had. This was all it took to make her want him bad, to clutch at his arm with one hand and fist the other in the hem of his shirt, breath already coming quicker. It was comforting, in a way, to know that she hadn't forgotten how to feel this.