Whatever he saw in her eyes met his approval, because another, more invasive pass of that scouring magic set those slick, aching parts of her tingling like she’d dunked herself into a hot spring. Her hands clenched his hair again on a gasp as his hand left her thigh and slipped between. He slid to a spot that melted her, her stomach clenching and hips bucking for more. Whatever thoughts and premonitions that had tickled her consciousness dissolved into the most overwhelming, distracting static she’d ever experienced.