Leigh met that first hard possessive kiss with her own needs. Open. Scorching. Pure temptation to do as he wanted.
But she broke away, breathless, trembling with the pleasure already consuming them. Breathing hard, she flattened against the bed, fingers digging into his shoulders. She could be just as demanding, just as arrogant, pleased that they were matched so well. "And you love me, of course."
"Of course. I would not be so sweet and pleasant, obeying your commands, if I didn't." His mouth curved slightly. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Of course."
As Jarek studied her beneath him, his expression closed, darkened and there was that slow flickering look down their joined bodies.
Leigh's senses prickled, tiny jolts of a need so primitive she couldn't understand it pounded at her. Deep inside, it warmed and curled and hungered. "What are you thinking of—when you do that? Look at us together?"
