The lips pressed to hers are warm. Soft. Testing.
Kagome's heart beats faster. He's gentle, his touch like the whisper of wind through the trees in summer, and the delicate sound of parting lips when their kiss breaks echoes in her ears.
Blood rushes under her skin. She feels drunk, and this new, heady awareness of him dulls her mind to anything else.
He leans in again, the warmth of his breath mingling with hers and teasing her lips with its caress.
Her eyes shut as her head swims. "Sessh—"
"Shh," he whispers. "No more talking."
And they don't.
