The Second Visit

Now, as Aurora sat admiring the sketch, Heath fondly recalled her demure, adorable presence beside him during the day.

Heath, without a word, strode over and toppled Aurora, capturing her lips in a kiss.

Aurora froze. What was with this man, suddenly pouncing and nipping at her at every turn?

She struggled briefly, pounding on Heath's shoulders, only to have her wrists caught and lifted above her head.

Heath's breath tangled with hers, his large hand caressing her waist, the fresh scent of his shower enveloping her, every cell within her crying out for more.

But Heath couldn't give in. To him, Aurora was both poison and treasure. He guarded her cautiously, fearing any harm might befall her, not wanting to frighten or upset her.

He felt a pang of frustration, turning to nibble on her earlobe. Aurora, sensitive in that spot, couldn't hold back a soft moan. Heath tensed, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his voice husky, "Rory."

"Mmm..." Aurora curled up in his embrace, daring n