The storm outside raged on, painting the night in shades of gray and blue. Each droplet that collided with the massive glass windows of my penthouse seemed to echo the chaotic rhythm of my thoughts. But now, more than the storm, it was the lingering taste of her on my lips that muddled my senses.

Pulling away, I took in Emily's expression, a myriad of emotions playing across her dainty, elfish features. I hadn't expected the electricity between us — it was powerful, raw. For a ...