It wasn't until I was fumbling for my keys that I realized someone followed me outside. I looked up into chocolate brown eyes and suddenly wanted to cry.
So not fair.
Quaid held himself stiff, about two feet from me, hands stuck in the pockets of his dress pants. I had to admit he looked delicious in his charcoal gray suit, navy blue dress shirt open to reveal the pulse at the base of his neck. I wanted to slide my arms around him under his jacket, feel the silky warmth through the softness of his shirt, listen to his heart beat in time with mine when I pressed my ear to him, getting lost in his smell, his magic...
It touched me then, his power, reaching out even as he pulled away, and my demon reached back. For a glorious moment, our magic rippled together, the heat of the connection making me gasp and melt sideways to lean against the side of my car.