Well, why? Diego said softly. My hands were on his head, my fingers intertwined in black strands with light curls at the tips. And it was absolutely impossible to break away from the magnificent silky mane.

He lifted his head, fixed a heavy, floating glance on me. Staring at my lips.

My hands slipped, falling on his shoulders. Not pushing, rather hugging after the mental probes. My body remembered the sweetness of his kisses, and the absence of blocks played a bad joke on me.

- Burn it with fire. I want, - he muttered and in the next second he was already kissing. Hot. Fist resting on the desk....