She'd warned him it was a trap. A two-pronged trap, in fact, one meant to snare him immediately and then let go, the second to root deeply within him and do its work there.

Which it so very clearly had.

"Why not both?" she asked with a soft chuckle, leaning against him to brush her lips over his in the barest hint of a kiss. "The promise of more throughout the night, and the gift of not expecting you to walk around with a truly ridiculous amount of loose hairpins in your pocket."

And since their hands were so close, she was going to run her fingers along his inner wrist again. "Do you think it will lessen the effect? Knowing what is going to happen once you kiss me for real tonight...?"