“That’s nice,” Dmitri said absently, crossing the room to where she was.

“There is something else I’ve been thinking about. Something else I think I would enjoy immensely.”

Then he pulled her to him and kissed her. But “he kissed her” was a little like saying “he dropped the bomb and it went off.” It felt like more, much more. His arms were around her with possessive, almost bruising strength, his mouth was on hers, his tongue parting her lips (which, to be fair, were open in surprise, so it wasn’t exactly difficult), and he was pulling her against him so she was standing on tiptoe. And kissing him back, of course. Why not? It was the chance of a lifetime.

Caitlyn brought her hands up and put them on his broad chest, warm even through his T-shirt. Her tongue touched his and she bit his lower lip lightly, and he made a sound, some sound, and tightened his grip.

“Well?” she gasped, pulling back. “Were you right? Did you enjoy it immensely?”

“I did.”