Before I met him, I had always believed that desire was temporary, like a light that flashes and then fades. And I realised I was in trouble the instant our eyes met. He seemed to be able to see straight through me and into regions I was unaware existed because of the way he stared at me and how long his gaze stayed.

"Don't move," he said in a deep, authoritative voice that was tinged with a nearly savage hunger. Instinctively, I froze, sensing his attraction. My skin prickled with anticipation as my heart raced.

Naturally, friends had warned me about his passion and the depth of his focus, but...