He was my Incubus, Desmond. It was him.
Damn, he was gorgeous!
He still had me trapped between his arms against the wall. His intense gaze was making me weak in the knees. The gold in his eyes was glittering. I had never seen hazel eyes reflect light like that. It was like staring into another planet—one of desire and passion.
“Want me to jog your memory more?” He asked in a seductive whisper.
As close as his face was to me, it was torture. I could feel his hot breath on me. He was no ordinary man. Everything about him was turning me on. He breathed down my neck, and I surrendered a little. My body was sensitive to him and him only. Not even Mason could make me aroused like that.
The memories of my first time with Desmond came before me. I could see it in my head and feel it in my
