“You know what I want, baby–and I won’t stop until I get it.”
Her breath caught at his words. The determination in his eyes and his warm breath caressing her neck sent a rush of heat all the way down to her tailbone, and zeroed in straight between her legs. “How bad do you want it?” she managed to get out.
“Bad enough to move mountains,” he whispered in her ear…
**Taken from my upcoming story: NightFlyer I.