Lia Davis

He made a sound close to a growl before speaking. “Why do you resist my assistance?”She stopped walking and faced him. “Because I don't like you.

His power reached out to her like physical touch of a lover, sending tingles over her skin. His sculptured body moved in a sensual, yet deadly manner. Her hands itched to touch him, to feel his warm skin under her palms. She closed her eyes to stop the urge to go to him, shivered, and cursed her body for responding to him.