There was no denying the need burning low in her belly.

It was her own desire, Clary realized, but the volume was cranked to a pitch she’d never experienced before. Their lips were locked, but her hands were in motion, trailing down his back and over the curve of his jeans.

Merlin broke the kiss, but did not pull away. His amber eyes were just visible under the sweep of his lashes, but Clary could feel him studying her. He was breathing hard, almost panting. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Shall I draw you a map?”

A shudder ran through him, and it was a moment before she realized he was laughing. “I think I can find my way.”