“My turn, I see.” She rested her hand on her chin to study the move he had made since the previous evening. She crossed her legs, letting the skirt ride high on her thigh.
Aerina made a tsking sound, moving her bishop to take his rook. “Bad move, darling. That was your last rook.” Marcus said nothing, leaning over her shoulder. Aerina breathed in the scent of him, that familiar spicy musk that made her heart beat faster. His forearm brushed her cheek as he leaned forward, and she wanted to run her hand lightly over the fine dark hairs covering the sinewy muscle.
She was so absorbed in the essence of him, she almost missed his move. Her move had opened up a space for him to take her queen.