His laughter was a sexy, wicked sound that seemed to wrap itself around me. I hungered for the feel of his body against mine and I was growing impatient. I reached out and pulled the sash on his robe. As it fell open I resisted the urge to look down and instead focused on his eyes. They had darkened to a deep, hypnotic plum and reminded me of the color of his bedsheets. I pressed both my palms against his chest as he continued to look down at me, hungry and waiting. His skin practically burned into my hands and I knew it must be 83 Tracey H. Kitts due to his magic, because it was cold in my apartment. I also noticed that his heart was racing. It fluttered beneath my palm like a wild thing captured. I ran my hands up and over his shoulders, causing his robe to fall to the floor. His hair still crackled with electricity as I touched it tentatively with my fingertips. My touch seemed to soothe him, to tame the storm I saw in his eyes. Liam took a deep breath and everything changed. His hair became like silk in my hands and as the firelight played across his features I could no longer resist my desire to see the rest of him.
