She doesn't know how he does it, prolonging that ecstasy he's given her, but by the time he helps her to the floor, her heart is racing and it's a struggle to catch her breath. Her body trembles in the aftershocks, but as soon as she has her wits about her again, she looks for him, the cold of the floor making her miss his heat terribly.

When she sees him, a different kind of shock runs through her and she sits up straight, eyes wide as she takes in the electricity visibly dancing through him. Is that what—

"Lord, sugar, is this what happens when you get all worked up?" There's no teasing in her tone, just a bit of concern.