And I wasn't about to fight it.
But that meant I had better ask my questions now, because I had a suspicion my brain wouldn't be capable of thinking in another few minutes. Not if the look in his eyes was anything to go by.
"You told me last night that your friend wasn't Aedh," I commented, leaning my butt against the steel of a counter. The coolness of the under-counter refrigerator played across the backs of my legs, but did little to ease the fire burning through my body. "Does that mean you don't actually know any Aedh in Melbourne?"
He reached out, catching the stray strand of hair resting against my cheek and gently tucking it back behind my ear. His fingers lingered against my neck, sending a delighted shiver through my limbs.
"Not many," he said, his green eyes slightly distracted as his fingertips traveled from the base of my ear down to my collarbone. "Aedh are solitary beings as a rule. Few of them even live fully in the flesh."
My gaze involuntarily dropped, and the anticipation of getting his flesh inside me sizzled. I licked my lips and tried to control the urge to tell him to just get on with it as fingers slid over the collar of my cotton sweater and continued their slow, sweet journey toward my breasts.
"Then what do they do?"
He shrugged, his gaze following the progress of his fingers. When he brushed—ever so slightly—the edge of my areola, a groan of pleasure rolled up my throat. I held it in check, wanting to delay the moment of complete surrender a little longer.
"I have not been capable of attaining my full shape for eons. I have forgotten what it is like to be truly Aedh."
I reached out, resting my hand against his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through the cotton shirt. Feeling the pounding of his heart, as rapid as my own. "It must be hard for you, existing only on this plane."
"At times like this," he murmured, his fingers sliding up under my chin and drawing it forward, until his lips were a hairbreadth away from mine and our breaths mingled, "it does not seem so bad."
Then his lips met mine, barely touching, kissing my top lip, then the bottom, before claiming them fully. His hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me still as the kiss deepened, becoming an exploration that was intense and passionate and explosive. Once again electricity surged, filling the air, filling my flesh, until all that was left was this kiss and the power that surged between our bodies.
After a while, he pulled back, his breathing as quick as mine. "It seems we have two choices here," he said softly, stepping closer and placing his hands on either side of my body. Not touching me, simply stopping me from moving—even though I had no desire to. "We could enjoy our meal first and delay this moment, or we could go upstairs and finish what the kiss has started."
I smiled and trailed my hands up his body, enjoying the way his muscles reacted to even that lightest of touches. When I reached the top button of his shirt, I flicked it open, then did the same to the next one.
"Something to eat would be good," I murmured, my gaze following the progress of my fingers as I undid more buttons, revealing the defined, muscular lines of his chest and stomach. "But you forgot to mention the third option."