As Deimon's tongue slid against hers, a spark ignited. Kate, caught in the throes of the moment, responded with a bite, a playful nip that sent a jolt through him. Her hands, no longer hesitant, explored his chest, the ridges of his pack muscles sending shivers down her spine. The press of her body against his left no doubt about her desire, a raw need mirroring his own.
His touch ignited a firestorm within her. Her own hands roamed freely, feeling the tautness of his muscles, the heat radiating from his skin. Her fingers brushed against the hardness straining against his jeans as she feel his hard c**k, a jolt of electricity shooting through her.
Deimon, his voice husky with desire, rasped, "Come back to the apartment, Kate. We can finish this there."
The suggestion hung in the air, he
