Chapter 12
JESSE
The time we spoke five years ago I swore would be the last.
Now? I can’t imagine what that stupid f**k who used to be me was thinking.
My gaze kept straying to her damp breasts. I couldn’t f*****g help it.
Sweeping my eyes over that almost see-through, wet tank. Soaking in those pebbled tips across her unbelievable t**s and imagining how each would feel inside my mouth.
I had to leave the room. Or I would have dropped to my knees right there.
I’d collected myself together by the time I made it back, antiseptic bottle in hand. But once again, as I cleaned up her wound, all the fairy-like fireball had shown me was how at her mercy I was. How indescribably damned I was every time she set those oceanic blue eyes in my direction.
Not touching is not an option. Not with
