Approached the steps to her home, aleady scenting her heady, feminine scent on the air. Tastng her on his tongue. Striving for control of his body, Flame knocked on the door, ignoring his text message. Yearning to convince himself he was here for her; to protect her from the monsters that haunted his dreams. Not for his own pleasure and to ease his aching mind. Dressed in a tightly fitted black T-shirt that hugged his muscles and pronounced his chest and broad shoulders, and jeans that hugged his waist keenly, but were loose around his legs. The tawny male swallowed, readying himself to resist his female.