Elijah’s mouth slammed down on hers, and she was lost. There was no telling him she didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t have time to think. She couldn’t think. There was thunder in her ears, her blood roaring, her mind melting completely.

There was only his mouth brutally taking hers. Hard. Demanding. Almost savage. She caught at him, arms sliding around his neck, fingers searching for the thick, wavy hair at the back of his neck, standing on her toes, giving herself completely to him, lost in the beauty of his mouth. Of his dark, wet, terrible kiss. Her mouth was as out of control as his, following wherever he led, seeking the fire, needing it. She wanted him to devour her. She wanted to devour him. She was ravenous for him. She couldn’t get close enough to him.

His skin was hot and she had to feel it, the hard surface, the heat—he was nearly as hot as she was. Her fingers curled in his hair as their mouths consumed each other. His hands went to her camisole, ripping at it, jerking the material down, so her generous breasts spilled out over the top, the material holding the soft mounds up to him like an offering.

She cried out when his mouth left hers to travel down her throat to her left nipple. His hand went to her right breast, kneading, massaging, tugging and rolling while she sobbed with need against his chest. He wasn’t in the least gentle. He was rough, demanding, possessive. He wrenched her body’s responses out of her, driving that hunger until she was so needy she was nearly sobbing for him.

His hands and mouth were relentless, refusing to allow her to catch her breath or her mind. The hunger in her was so sharp and terrible and savage she wanted to strip him of his clothes and climb over him like a cat in heat.

She licked at his chest, tasting his skin. Tasting the fine sheen that coated him. He tasted all male. Feral and as wild as she felt. It wasn’t enough, and she was desperate to get at him. Her hands fell to the buttons of his jeans, fumbling, her breath ragged and needy. His hands dropped to the waistband of her jeans. He shoved the offending material off her hips, taking her panties along as well. The relief against her burning skin was tremendous.

“Step out of them.”

The sound of his voice stunned her. She almost couldn’t hear him with the strange roaring in her ears, with the pounding of her blood rushing through her veins or the hammering of her own heart.