"What made you say that? You think I can't satisfy you?"
Lucas's voice didn't just carry across the short distance between them; it dropped directly into her bloodstream, a low, velvety purr that vibrated against her sensitized skin. His fingers, still resting lightly near her bare shoulder, burned hot against the chill the rain had left behind.
Nina blinked, her vision doubling and then merging again as she struggled to focus on the sharp, agonizingly symmetrical lines of his face. She had always prided herself on staying in control, on maintaining her composure no matter the circumstances. Tonight, that composure had shattered into a thousand irretrievable pieces.
