His fingers flexed on her, and this time she followed the tug and allowed him to pull her up against him. Studying her face, his wizard-black eyes softer and bemused, he rubbed a thumb over her lower lip. “Are you all right?” he asked roughly.
She smiled. “I feel wonderful, yes.” She kissed his thumb. “I liked that very much. Ready to eat lunch now?”
“But what about you?” he asked with a slight frown, his hands running down her back. “I need to take care of you.”
“Hold that thought for later,” she advised, levering herself up. “It’s good for me to simmer a bit, to recharge my magic reservoirs.”
Sitting up also, he dragged his hands over his head. “I’m sorry I drained you like that.”
“Don’t be. I recover fast—and so do you, as it turns out—and we need to learn each other’s limits, preferably in a nonlethal situation.” She held a hand out to him. “But I do want to eat.”
Taking her hand, he stood, naked and unconcerned about it now. With one strong arm, he snagged her around the waist, pulling her close against him for a long and lingering kiss. “You are a remarkable woman,” he murmured.
“I keep trying to tell you that,” she replied with a saucy smile, unutterably pleased by his praise. When he smiled in return, it was as if the sun had emerged from the overcast, banishing all the chill and rain.