I thought being angry at him would be enough to keep my mate from invading my every being. I was wrong. It was most certainly not.
Even with everything going on with Myrna, I seemed to be stuck in the moment I strode his laps while anticipation at what was to come had left me desiring every bit of him. It did not even matter that he had been the one to pull away. My body seemed not to have cared about that at all as it still indulged in the memory of his strong large hands caressing my back. Something I had found myself craving for all the way through breakfast which I had consumed with half a mind as the other half had chosen to day dream about the king of Xatis.
I had hoped that that would be over soon but I should have known better.
I tossed and turned on my bed. I had done so for
