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

mp hair. He leaned down, close enough that his breath mingled with hers. For a long, sus

hisper of silk shifting in the dark, the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears like a distant storm. Time lost its

s. Her body ached with a strange, deep soreness, muscles protesting in ways she had never known. The

s gone fr

from the master bathroom-the s

gle tear, cold now, tracked down her temple and disappe

ut off. The bathroom door o

ked back from his forehead. He was once again the cool, untouchable Dami

crossed the living area

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