She couldn’t believe she’d said that. But it only sparked that fire in his eyes, the flicker of molten yellow amid the red that she’d seen for the first time on that plane. When he’d gone down on her. When Ray Cinder was turned-on, his eyes shot through with streaks of hot yellow. “Hell yes,” Ray breathed and before she could utter another word, he had her flat on her back and her hip pressed against his erection. His hand gripped her waist and his lips sought hers. “I need another taste. You’re so damn good.” His kiss devoured her and his taste, like spicy pepper mixed with that indefinable maleness, created a heady need. She knew what was happening, and she welcomed it. Even if he deluded himself that he could stave off the future. That she was more than friend. Devilment coiled inside her. He kneaded her waist, and she guided that seeking, feverish touch to her sensitive breast. She threaded a hand in the back of his hair to keep his lips against hers. Her words breathed against his flesh.
