Liam stayed awake half the night, secretly hoping that she WAS ready, and she would come to him. His mind tortured him with sensual images of what they could do together. Sometime before dawn he had to resort to using his own hand just so that he could relax and get some sleep.
He was right. She wasn’t really ready.
He woke up feeling like a dark cloud. His sleep had been short and restless, filled with strange dreams of the woman. His head was aching slightly, and he was still feeling frustrated and unfulfilled. He dressed himself and hurried down to the breakfast, expecting to see Willow already occupying her chair, with little Violet balanced in her lap. He scowled darkly at the empty chair as he took his own seat. A maid came with trays of food, and arranged the delicacie
