Color Me with Desire
The moonlight was silver and cool, but against my bare skin, it felt as delicate as frost.
I tilted my face upward, clearly seeing the dark, intense desire clouding his eyes.
Then, still pressing his hand against me, I tightened my grip slightly. "Dr. Clayton, can we start now?"
Jonathan's palm was burning hot. It felt like his heat might scorch right through my skin.
His Adam's apple bobbed again violently.
Beneath the overwhelming desire in his gaze, there was something even more terrifying—an intense, all-consuming possessiveness that seemed ready to devour me whole.