Anabella's heart pounded in her ears, she wanted to get lost in him. For a year she'd thought he'd turned cold toward her, making her unsure, but tonight he'd shown her that whatever was between them was still as powerful as the first time they'd met.
The images of the man stroking himself and what had happened that afternoon were vivid in her mind, and although she'd been disgusted by it all, it had planted a seed of want in her, and here in Aldrich's arms it was playing havoc with her body. The soft moans of the woman in her father's arms had excited her, and she could feel the need to open up to the man in her arms. She wanted to feel what that woman felt, but then he spoke, breaking the perfect moment. The images came to an abrupt stop. She stepped away and turned to leave, ashamed an
