Erica lay back on the bed, the warm waves of desire crashing against her in time with Cassidy's body. She moaned against the cold lips pressed to her slightly warmer one and ceased thinking. Cassidy had a fire inside her that Erica couldn't deny, no matter how cold their skin, and that Fire burned as brightly as it had the night they'd met. Her pants were gone before she knew it and she arched, rising to meet the woman who'd changed her so completely.