Birthright

There was a soft sound in the back of her throat. Rhiannon opened her lips to kiss him back. He tasted incredible, she thought, as her tongue subtly teased against his. Her hand glided to his scalp, where her fingers gave his hair a little tug. The kernel of warmth in her chest flared to life. After a moment, she pressed firmly on his belly and coaxed him backwards until he struck the rough wall of the diner. “Where did you come from?” she breathed.