Once again, she couldn't resist the pull of softness in his eyes, especially coupled with so evident passion, and cupped her hand to his jaw in appreciation. But her gaze strayed quickly to his wrist laid out across her hand with the same, perfect willingness that he offered his body to her control. Her fingers trembled as they read the surface of the bracelet and his skin beside and beneath.

She wouldn't be so blunt as to say the Mine that she was thinking, but when she bent her head to lay a kiss where metal touched skin, it was only marginally more subtle. Both voice and eyes sparked with wry self-awareness as she pushed away from him, at last rising to her feet. "Don't let me chafe your wrist with running my fingers over that."