The first time it was Iva’s heat that drove their intensity.
But today, …this was something else entirely.
Caleb rose above her like a shadow cast by firelight, his chest heaving, his eyes darker. The gentle lover with slower strokes was gone. In his place stood something primal. Something that had waited too long. Something that would no longer be denied.
Iva should have been afraid.
Instead, she burned hotter.
"Don’t stop," she had whispered against his lips. And something inside him had cracked open.
Now his hands gripped her hips with a possessiveness that bordered on raw. He flipped her onto her stomach before she could draw breath, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades, the other tangling in her hair and pulling just enough to arch her back.
"You wanted me," he growled
