““I need you right now, Shea. My body is going up in flames, and I hurt like hell. We have to be alone soon or I might die.” Her laughter muffled against his chest. “No one has ever died because they wanted to make love.” But she wasn’t sure. Her own body was burning and begging for the connection to his. Gregori suddenly materialized, made a soft, sighing noise, and sent them a clear frown. Like guilty children they broke apart.””
