"Necrophile," I return. She laughs at that, then untucks herself from the blanket and rolls onto her back. "Sorry, Lexi. Overheating."
"I'll say," I return, weakly. "I'm going to need a big meal to replace the energy I just burned there."
Robs grins at me. "Was it really that good?"
"Robyn Emily Blake. You made me forget my own name. Where the hell did you learn how to do that?"
"Just trying something out, Lexi. I enjoy it when I do it to myself; just wondered whether you did too."
"I'll tell you one thing," I say levelly. "If I could clone your fingers and sell them as a s*x toy I'd make millions."
She grins wickedly, and stretches out. I watch the way the faint light from the fire highlights the shadows cast on her body by the light from the windows. She looks like she's got flames
