This is a blurb from Michelle Howard's book Mating Urge.

She touched his arm and gasped at the heat emanating from his skin. He’d been hot before but now it was as if a fire burned beneath his flesh. Her touch changed to a gentle stroke in an attempt to soothe. His hand grabbed onto hers.

“Stop.” A moan followed. “Please.”

He released her abruptly, head tilted back on the wall those amazing eyes closed.

“Aran? Let me help you.”

His lids lifted, a hoarse laugh escaping. “Help me? Believe me, Ellie. You don’t want to help me.”