This was lust.
Raw, desperate, savage lust.
“Stop.” Her hands returned to his chest, but this time she didn’t allow herself to become distracted by the chiseled muscles and icy power. “Uriel, are you out of your mind?”
With a low groan, he lifted his head, his eyes dark with a hunger that echoed deep inside her.
“I must be,” he muttered thickly, dropping his hands with insulting promptness. “There can be no other excuse.”
Refusing to acknowledge the pang of loss, Kata stepped backward, wincing at the sting of heat on the back of her legs. Damned lava.
“You said something about getting us out of here,” she said stiffly.
“I did.”
She lifted her brows. “And?”
He grimaced. “And it is something a man says to comfort a hysterical female.”
“I was not hysterical.”
“You were crying.”
She hunched a shoulder, refusing to admit her brief moment of vulnerability. If Marika had taught her nothing else, it was that the least hint of weakness could be exploited.
“So what you’re saying is that you don’t have any clue of how to get us out of here?”
His jaw tightened, as if he was offended by her accusation. “Maybe if you’d warned your daughter that anyone who was sent to rescue you was going to be sucked into hell I might have been properly prepared.”