Warm blood was trickling down his throat and the sweat beading down with it caused the deep welts to sting. His voice was much more raw and it was obvious her little attack left him sounding deeper and scratchier than he usually sounded.
When one of her legs snaked about his he pitched forward, a hand shifting to her thigh and sliding dangerously high. His other hand pressed against the counter and allowed him to lean so close to her that his lips were at the shell of her ear.
"And if there was a new who to lead those believe in the what? We have ideas, we do," he whispered hoarsely.