Trying to hold her back, was he. Defiance flashed within Amber, like lightning striking ground. These emotional entanglements might be new to her, but physical restraints, she'd dealt with those before.

"Let you what?" she asked, all coyness. Striking up her competitive spirit seemed to be the motivation she needed to snap her out of her uncharacteristic, and frankly, annoying, insecurity. It brought herself back to an Amber she knew and enjoyed. It felt good, liking running and laughing against the wind, to be herself again. "Tell me, Eric," she teased, just as she rotated her wrists and slid them from his grip, freeing herself.

But she could tell what he wanted, his every languid motion crying it out loud and clear. She embraced his head and, moaning, let him. Let him kiss her slow and careful, let him adore her and her body. More importantly, she let herself relish every sensation, discovering worlds of pleasure in the mere brush of his nose against her throat. Her heart thudded, loud and all-encompassing, the sound of a time-ancient drum beat.

Her fingers ran over his head, taking in the rough texture of his almost-baldness. It was so different from her own long, straight hair. More intriguing, too. Amber played, skirting the smooth skin behind his ears before caressing the crown of his head, pressing softly. If lingering was what he craved, then lingering she’d give to him. She tilted her face so as to lay her lips against his forehead, fingertips hovering down to the nape of his neck. Amber let her nails graze over the area, wondering if she’d find a sensitive spot. She hoped so. She wanted to drive him crazy.