Scott's eyes widened as he arched his brows. A wave of wicked grin and tormented amusement flashed in his eyes when he finally had the idea of what he would do to her.
Rayzel's eyes were dazed, intoxicated as she looked at him. As shameful as it is, she could not bring herself to care. Her body was screaming for him to do something to her – to relieve that intensely consuming need that she instinctively knew only Scott would be able to quench and satisfy.
The heat that had initially started out as a little spark now had consumed her and was unbearable.
"Touch me…" She moaned as her eyes stared pleadingly into his flaming eyes. Those words were like music to his ears.
She held onto his shoulders to support herself as she felt her knees slowly become weak. She was too dazed to realize the primitive hunger dancing in his eyes.
"Sco–" She was not able to complete his name as he suddenly moved and grabbed her.
