Lara tried to think, lost the thread, her mind a place of delirious chaos.
"Let's talk about the logic of it later." Bubbling with excitement, she was the one who kissed him this time, nipping at his lower lip, suckling the sensual hurt, her wolf all but bursting out of her skin.
"Can you hear me, if I think hard?" Walker cocked his head, frowned.
"No. But it may develop in time." Knowing that the telepathy only went one way for now didn't diminish her excitement in the least, not when she'd just been given the greatest of gifts, the ability to hear the beautiful things her Walker thought about her.
"Talk to me," she whispered, snuggling close. "I like hearing you inside my mind."
His cheeks creased. Did I tell you how very, very much I like your dress?
"No." She linked her hands around his neck, his own on the waist of her flirty red halter-neck dress. "And I didn't tell you how sexy you look in this suit." The steel gray was perfect on him.
"It makes me want to grip this tie and haul you off to our bedroom."
You won't hear a protest from me.
Reaching down to fiddle with one of the buttons on his shirt as they continued to sway to the music, she said,
"Your starlight?" her voice soft with wonder.
My everything.
