Loki didn't even get the chance to press the old-fashioned brass doorbell before the door swung open and Hecate was standing there in the hallway, a smile plastered over her face.
"Loki, welcome to Paris! And welcome inside," Still beaming Hecate stepped to the side, to admit her visitor inside as she stifled the urge to run the tip of her tongue across her lips. He smiled, turning to look at her, emerald eyes sparkling. "You hungry? Thirsty? In need of anything else?"
"The only thing I need is you. Come here." He opened his arms, waiting for her to close the distance between them. She didn't even hesitate and buried herself in his open embrace, inhaling deeply. Leather, sweat and after-shave mingled together, creating that unique scent she knew to be his. Heat flushed across her face. Could he see the hunger in her eyes? Hear the need in her voice?
"I've missed you."
"That's mutual," he confessed while stepping over the threshold, dragging his suitcase after him like a placid hound an