The Price of Desire

The heat was unbearable. My body felt like it was engulfed in flames, with only his touch offering any relief. "You're too tense. Relax a little," he whispered. Who was speaking? Perspiration dampened my long hair, wrapping like a web around both our bodies. The intensity of his kiss left me breathless as I struggled to push him away, but he pinned me against the wall. "Don't move," he commanded, his voice deep and dangerous. My heart pounded wildly. This time I heard clearly—this wasn't Richard Gray's voice!