~ ZEV ~
He still had his hands fisted in the wet furs spread over the rock behind her. When he let it go, it stayed there, the weight of it keeping it stuck to the flat rock.
At first he resisted. She kissed him and he kissed her back—enthusiastically, he'd missed her terribly, but he'd been terrified of missing something that put her in danger.
Soon, though, he couldn't think of anything but touching her. Fisting one hand in her hair and sliding the other to her waist, he pulled her in close and deepened the kiss.
And deepened it.
He wanted to devour her. Thankfully, she seemed just as hungry for him as he was for her, stifling her own groans and whimpers as she grasped at his chest and hooked a leg around his.
Leaning down, he kissed his way down her neck, pulling her up, half-out of the water to rest her ass on the wet furs and bring them together.
