I have something I need to get off my chest.”“What’s that?”“This.” He closed his mouth over hers.

Urges. Mercy, the urges.

Considering she’d just blown his gray matter into the ether, he was screwed.

The algorithms in his hard drive scrambled and his coding short-circuited. Like she’d downloaded a virus right into his system, he got feverishly hot.

Hunter versus prey, and the look in his eyes told her, in no uncertain terms, eating her alive was a distinct possibility.

Damn, her mouth was a weapon.

She held my face in her hands as if I was the treasure.