“I want to hear more of those sounds, Poppy,” he told her dangerously. “Why don’t you make some for me right now?” She closed her eyes, trying to shut him out. He was becoming her world, and she’d only met him hours ago. Who did this? Who jumped straight into bed with a man she’d only just met? What kind of person would she become? This was too much, too soon! She felt him move above her again, and then she felt the hotness of his breath at her ear – and a hard shiver rode through her. “I can be cold,” he told her, as if it were a warning. “And I can be just the opposite.” She remembered, suddenly, what she’d felt when she came out of the Starbucks earlier, just before she’d met him. A cold breath. That’s what it had felt like. It had whispered against her neck, just behind her ear. And now she knew it had been him. Except now there was no hint of cold about him. The man was a dangerous enigma, one who encompassed an entire spectrum of sensations. Now he was a furnace surrounding her, and she was pretty sure she was about to get seriously burned.
