And then it was there all over again. The pulse of need for the man standing in front of me on the landing. The nerves right the way through me. The shiver of want through my spine. His eyes were as dark as I’d seen them. His jaw was as firm as I knew. My fingers twisted. Twisted. Twisted. Nervous. My words caught. Stumbling. He closed the distance. His hands were hot. His mouth was hotter.
