Hers, she thought. He was hers. She focused on him completely, just as she did when she wanted a nice fat contract, summing up the total package and considering where to begin.
The total package was big, warm and delicious and exciting, filled with textures and scents. She just caught her breath when his lips fused firmly to hers. She had to taste, to experience him, the storms slamming against her demanded that they be fed. In fact, Jarek was that storm, all smooth shoulders and power and soapy scents and heat, and she longed to step into the fray, holding her own, matching the temptation hurled at her.
Jarek's body pressed close and intimate, his hands braced beside her head as she leaned against the wall. Was the tempest outside his home, or was that her heart? Her blood swooshed through her veins, the warmth curling inside her body. She sensed that she had to feed and revel in the taking of this one man.
