That warmth she felt in his arms, emanating from his body, and boiling away within her - she'd swear it was his own fire consuming her if she didn't know better. And she did. But it might as well be the way she responded to him.

Pressing her body flesh against his, her arms wrapped around him like a drowning person clung to a life preserver, a moan voiced against his mouth as she rocked slightly in his lap. She had to break the kiss for only a second to catch her breath, but even for that she couldn't help but leave a series of briefer kisses against his jaw and lips.