He was my Incubus, Desmond. It was him. Damn, he was gorgeous! He still had me trapped between his arms against the wall. His intense gaze was making me weak in the knees. The gold in his eyes was glittering. I had never seen hazel eyes reflect light like that. It was like staring into another planet—one of desire and passion. “Want me to jog your memory more?” he asked in a seductive whisper. As close as his face was to me, it was torture. I could feel his hot breath on me. He was no ...