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, wound around his ne

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

th warm against his skin. He could feel the heat radiat

aped Damian's lips. Every

er at a distance until Corbett arrived. But she clung to him, i

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

er head, his fingers tangling in her damp hair. H

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

e met his hunger with a clumsy, desperate passion o

ly slipped the ruined dress from her shoulder

ower lip, a small, nervous habit tha

voice was a low whisper. "Look at me. See who I am." He pa

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

after that dissolving into a h

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