Ashor went on instant alert when Kira glided close. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could deny the arousal burning him alive. The beat of his heart pulsated between his legs. “Stay with me,” she suggested while placing her small alabaster hand over his stomach. Her fingers curled around the shirt’s buttons to touch his bare skin just above the waist of his jeans. Every nerve ending in his body went electric. He slammed his lids closed to block out the raw invitation shining in those wide, multi-colored eyes. “Bad idea, Kira.” “Why?” A need far beyond sanity consumed his mind. The kem-seki surged. It was all about self-indulgence and taking. She’s the akhrian. Off limits. Duty first. If he gave in to the desire, the gods would punish her as well as him. He couldn’t live with himself if the gods did anything to her because of his lack of self-control. He was strong, or at least he tried to make himself believe he was. He could resist her. His eyes popped open when she leaned close.
