igh-thread-count silk sheets brushed against her feveri

en up, to move away, whe

hazy film of confusion. He saw a raw, desperate need in t

gly strong, snaked around his n

ally so controlled, darkened to the color of a s

e said, his voice a low

soothe her. Instead, it seemed to act like a spa

e of his throat. He could feel the feverish pressure aga

aped Damian's lips. Every

her at a distance until Corbett arrived. But her body was like

the words a broken, feverish plea. A sob c

sound shattered the

This was the woman he had watched from afar, the woma

pped f

head, his fingers tangling in her damp hair. He tilt

ming. It was a storm breaking after a long drought, a release o

et his hunger with a clumsy, desperate passion of her

tore the ruined remains of her dress, e

ower lip, a small, nervous habit tha

e was a low, almost cruel whisper. "Look at me. See who I am." H

he was looking at him, but her gaze was primal, seein

hing after that dissolving i

through the haze. The sharp, i

is body slick with sweat. The sound clea

austed sleep, her long lashes fanned out against her pa

er her. He swung his legs off the bed and

shower ran for

, slicked back from his forehead. He was once again the cool, untouchable D

ving area and ope

weary curiosity on his face. His eyes swept over Damian, takin

rvived a category five hur

voice was flat, devoid of emotion. "The patient is in the b

the wet bar. He poured a generous measure of Macalla

othing to quench the fire