" Don’t come back in here,” he told her, eyes narrowing. A warning.

Or a threat?

Eve turned away.

“You smell like fucking candy . . .”

She stilled. Now her heartbeat was the one racing too fast.

“You make me . . .” His voice dropped, but she caught the ragged growl of “hungry. "

― Cynthia Eden , Burn For Me (Phoenix Fire, #1)