Even now, his blood rushed hot through his veins, needling to have her, to know that she cared. Was he so fragile and vulnerable with her that he needed her reassurance?
Did he need her now to reaffirm that last night's magic really happened?
Yes, the answer whispered back to him as he took her hand and hurried along the halls.
At the Seawind suite, he tugged a breathless Leigh after him. Unable to wait a heartbeat more, he closed the door, and caught her in his arms.
There. There was the fire and the hunger of his woman, the answering of her blood to his, her body already flowing, ready for his. He could have this fever, if not the certainty she would seek him out because she needed him for gentler reasons.
