The caress of warm, velvety lips sent a curl of warmth through her, like steam rising off a mug of hot cocoa. Comforting, on the one hand, but all together decadent, on the other.

She passed a hand along his arm then over his abdomen as he released her, and as soon as the magics of his summoning faded, she tucked a hand in the back pocket of his jeans. What? She needed to be touching him to teleport them both!

Which she did, whisking them off to the spot he'd mentioned in a whirl of slinky purple smoke. And seeing the ground when they materialized, she quickly summoned a digging trowel from her garden shed and offered it to him. "Unless you want me to do it?"