“That’s exactly my point. Things got very out of hand awful quick.” Sora swallowed. “Fortunately, I’ve had time to get my hormones under control. It won’t happen again, I assure you.”

The frown on Leeteuk’s forehead deepened her mixed signals were maddening. He wanted to shake her. She did not mean every single word she said and they both know it.

“You look like I’m talking Greek right now,” she said dejectedly.

“If you mean, do you speak nonsense, yes, you do. What has change? You are trying to deliberately offend me Now cease such foolishness. I know you are glad I have returned. Now, do you welcome me home or not?”

Better judgement is said not to do such a foolish thing. Staring at him, want and desire made ugly protesting noises in her heart. He pulled her to him just as strongly as iron drew a lodestone.

“Don’t you have somebody around here to give you a welcome?” she asked.

He gave her such a quelling look that Sora wanted to duck he head under the pillow. “Would I be here, asking that of you if I did?”

“Well, I don’t know.” Sora struggled to answer that question, hating the high color rushing up her cheeks. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I don’t know anything about you except that you’re a damned attractive man.”

“You know everything you need to know about me, you can feel it right here.” He reached out one hand and placed his warm fingers above her heart. “Everything that is important is in there. What you feel. What I feel. Now, come, kiss me, Sora Kang. I starve for the taste of you.”

Sora scooted across the bed on her knees and planted a sweet, welcome home peck on his cheek. “Welcome home, I’m glad you have returned, nut I don’t want to admit it.”

Leeteuk caught her chin with one finger tucked underneath it. “That is not a welcome. Kiss me, Sora Kang.”

A shudder whipped down her belly, contracting deep inside her. She was losing it, Sora thought, and would continue to if she kept looking into those enigmatic eyes. How compelling they were, how liquid black and beautiful. She sat up straight, her feet tucked beneath her, and place her hands tentatively on his broad shoulders. “Will you be satisfied with one kiss of welcome?”

His eyebrows rose.

“I shouldn’t kiss you at all.” She tilted her chin in a challenge. “You’ve been out in the world, learning what’s really going on and I’ve been stuck in here, your prisoner.”

“Yes, I can see that your shackles have rubbed your skin raw.” Leeteuk’s mirthful eyes imparted of wealth of heat.

“You must think I’m a total twit.” Sora sniffed, head up. “I don’t like to be treated like I’m incapable of sustaining any thought weightier than what time you will return. I’ve been quite busy.”

“Indeed?” Leeteuk tilted his head inching much closer to .