She lifted her head and looked him in the eyes. His eyes were so unusual. Quicksilver. Mercury. Dark antiqued silver. Passionate. Intense. Deadly. The stare of the leopard. He was all those things, all those moods. He was Elijah, opening himself to her. Giving her a priceless gift and in doing so, risking her turning away from him.

His glittering gaze searched hers for a long moment and then his mouth descended on hers. He poured himself into his kiss. Gave her who he was. Commanding. A takeover. Savage. Brutal even. So good. So hot. She kissed him back, giving herself up to him. Uncaring that no one would ever be able to match his kisses and she was risking everything.

He needed her. She felt that in his kiss too. He. Needed. Her. Siena Arnotto. No other women. She shifted in his arms to kiss him back just as deeply. Just as passionately. Her breasts felt swollen and achy. Her nipples hardened and rubbed against the material of the shirt she wore. Her body went boneless, pliant. The smoldering deep inside became a slow, hot burn that threatened to consume her just as it had the first time she drove up to his house.

“Siena.” He whispered her name, a combination of husky and velvet. So sexy. An urgent need.

“Yes,” she answered softly, because there was no other answer. It would be yes every time with him.

“Unbutton your shirt.” He carried her through to the bedroom with long, ground-eating strides, as if he couldn’t wait one more moment for her.

The blood rushed through her veins and roared in her ears. Her hands dropped to the buttons and she fumbled as she tried to get them open fast. The moment she had them open, she slid her hand down his chest as he put her feet on the floor, his hands at her waist, steadying her. She kept sliding her hand down until she found the thick bulge in his jeans, rubbing, needing.

“Get it done, baby,” he whispered as his hands came up to cup her breasts, his thumbs sliding over her nipples.

She found herself fumbling with the buttons of his jeans, her breath coming in ragged gasps as his fingers rolled and tugged and then his mouth closed over her breast, pulling it deep into his mouth while his hand did all sorts of delicious things to her other one. It seemed to take forever to free him from the confines of his jeans.

“Get them off of me right now,” he urged, his mouth still working, sending more flames dancing through her body.

She shoved the jeans from his hips and tugged to bring them down his thighs. His hands went to her hair, fisted there while she bent to strip him. He kicked the jeans aside and dragged her back up, tipping her head back so he could take her mouth.