“What? The invading force?” “Of a sort.” She struggled to maintain her breathing. “Give me your hand.” Without asking her any further questions, he gave her his hand. She flipped it over so the palm faced her. “This is just what I was afraid of. Damn.” “Damn, what? Damn the whole bloody war your father started or damn me?” “Not you … not right now anyway.” She moved his hand so his palm faced hers, with the fingertips pointing to the ceiling. Without a word, she moved her hand so they each touched each other. Flames of fire rushed through her body, as they touched the resulting rush made both of them gasp. The cottage lit up, and if Blaze hadn’t already destroyed the television, their flames of pent up desire might have done that. “I don’t understand ....” His voice turned husky, almost gruff. “I think you do. You only need to recall what I told you yesterday. This is the effect of the Mating Fire. If we don’t do something to sate its intensity we will both burn up in the after effects.
