They should wait for Maryk.
But when Zale climbed over her… His face so close… The heat of his body seeping into hers… The lingering scent of male sweat from his flight back from his clan… She was lost. She couldn"t deny him any more than she could stop breathing.
Their mouths met in a hot clash of barely contained hunger.
Where had this hair-trigger lust come from?
She was a slow simmer kind of girl, requiring a bit of work—too much work according to her ex—to get her going. But not now. Not with Zale. It"d been the same way with Maryk, but Maryk had held back. Zale wouldn"t. She knew that.
He pulled his lips from hers, only to trail kisses along her jaw to her throat. His tongue traced the spot where her pulse exploded under her skin with each beat of her heart. God. It felt so frea
