Swiftcurrent Creek Raise a little hell [m]

She was making it hard for him to restrain himself, whether she knew what she was doing or not, but he managed to stay engaged in the conversation regardless. Probably because it was about Alessia, and he was just as interested to know more about her as he was to know more about Rosalie.  

But more questions might have to wait; he hadn't missed her shaky intake of breath, and he found himself unable to concentrate for a few brief moments. He barely caught her last words, but he nodded in response. I'm glad she has you here then, he answered, reaching over and nibbling at the place where her ear met her neck and running his nose through the feathery hair there. He pulled away slightly and murmured: I apologize; I can't seem to control myself. Still, he lingered near her neck as he spoke, finding it very difficult to pull away further.