He would swear there are actual sparks in the air between them. "Only you," he whispers. He wants everything, and he wants it right now, right here in the dark woods. He is painfully hard, and the urgency of his magic is as intense as the urgency of his body. It is telling him to take her, claim her, bind her to him and her magic to his. He turns with her in his arms and backs her against a tree, a two-century-old black oak that will hold her in place for him. He slides his hands into her jeans, palms against her perfect ass, and hoists her up.