220. Impatience.

His eyes were more than enough to pull her in, the sexual tension was so intense she could almost touch it. Even if she was unaffected enough to say no, Mauve could not think of why she should.

She wanted him to touch her more, she wanted to touch him, to throw her inhibition out the window and just let the desire control her. He had her under his palms, completely molded to his shape.

Mauve leaned forward with her lips puckered and her eyes closed. She heard Jael swear under his breath as he dipped his head and took her lips. She felt his urgency as he pressed his lips against hers and Mauve's entire being shook.

Shivers ran down her spine from his taste on her tongue and she wanted more. It felt as though someone fanned her already burning flame and it consumed her. It felt as if Jael was the only one who could put out the fire, not surprising she was this much of a mess because of him.