Ileus intertwined her fingers in his and took them up to his lips. He rested their hands over there, giving feather-light kisses at the back of her palm. "Sleep Ana. Guarhal is getting edgy and so is Kaizan."
Anastasia loved the sweet sensation of his kisses. She splayed her free hand on his chest and took to where his nipple was. She formed a star there and whispered, "I would like to see that one day." The thing was, she was talking about the tattoo on his chest.
But poor Ileus—he didn't know what she was thinking. So his thoughts went wayward and erection that was already throbbing as hell, now pained as hell. Did she want to see him bare-chested?
"Sleep kitten," he whispered back. He took her hair on his face and smelled them. Never in his life had he been affected so much.
