I walked into the room to give it a once-over, and Marco followed me. Well, why shouldn’t he? It was his house, and he thought I might have something else to ask for. But his closeness beside me made my breath stutter all over again. Heat licked through my veins. Dear lord, how could I be this horny—and for four guys all at once? Did shifters always provoke that response in other people? Kylie hadn’t seemed anywhere near as affected. Maybe it was just between shifters. If I was going to just accept that I definitely was one. “No complaints?” Marco said. “No,” I said honestly. “This is the most gorgeous house I’ve ever seen.” I turned toward him at the same time, which maybe was a mistake. He smiled his slightly wicked smile, gazing back at me with the hunger I’d noticed earlier. An answering desire unfurled in my gut and tingled lower in my belly. He raised his hand and traced his lithe fingers along the line of my jaw, tipping my face toward his. His languid voice dropped to a murmur. “And you have the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen. So brilliant they’re more amber than brown. Like fire. A person could fall right into them.” “Falling into fire?” I joked in a half-hearted attempt to diffuse the electricity between us. “That sounds pretty dangerous. You’d want to climb back out fast.” “Maybe not,” Marco said. “I suspect it would be a very pleasant burning.” As if drawn up by his words, a rush of heat seared through me. Marco leaned his head a little closer. Before I caught control of myself, I’d pressed my lips to his. He kissed me back with an encouraging growl. His mouth slid against mine, hot and teasing, coaxing my lips apart. His hand slipped back to tangle in the hair at the base of my neck. Everywhere he touched me, I felt as if I had caught on fire. I gripped his shoulders as if I could pull our mouths even closer together. His tongue caressed mine, and I groaned into him. My hips arched toward his. His other hand trailed down my side, drawing a path of flames through my clothes. I wanted those clothes off. I wanted him on the bed, over me, inside me. I wanted— What the hell was I doing?