Blake
Maeve was consuming my mind, body, and soul. She was the most intriguing woman I’d ever met. But I was sure this was just an itch, and that if I scratched it, it would be cured.
In the library, when she was so close to me and I should have been feeling terrible about Cathy’s condition, I found myself enticed by Maeve. I don’t know why I pulled her into my lap, but I couldn’t resist her. I needed to touch her soft body and feel it against mine. And she felt… divine. Every contour of hers fit into mine.
Even though she was my enemy’s daughter, I wanted to touch her, inhale her scent, and be with her constantly. Yeah, right! It was an itch.
I thought that kissing her and feeling her against me would satiate my desire, but then I caught the whiff of her arousal. The next thing I knew
