It was like his words were on fire as much as every other part of him, that steady burn of passion that they'd been playing with. Maybe it was her imagination running wild again, but it even felt like those kisses of his were fiery. She felt so warm she could just -melt-.

She pressed closer to him, nuzzling close to his neck, her heart soaring to burst at his words. That tone alone was overpowering, and she tightened her arms around him, nipping his neck with a husky purr. "You might as well be reading my mine," she murmured, nuzzling her way up against his cheek until her lips were against his ear, "I want that too. I want you to make me yours, again."