LIAM
Fuck.
I slammed my fist into the bar, the whiskey glass I was nursing rattling in protest. f*****g jasmine scent. It haunted me, a reminder of where my hands had been mere minutes ago. What the heck was I thinking, getting in bed with Nora? Offering her a massage pretending I could keep my hands on her body without feeling anything? Bullshit. What a mistake.
My hands burned at the memory of her soft skin, the way her body responded to me like a symphony, the pulsing of her neck, the soft little breaths she took, the occasional gasps and moans of pleasure.
Fuck.
I'd had s*x before, more times than I could care to count. I'd had girlfriends; gorgeous women who would give anything to lay in the sheets with me, but not once had I ever felt this way. I'd met a woman who I wanted nothi
