Wes's POV
It's already nine when we make it back to the packhouse and I can scent Mish's thoughts mirroring my own.
Our steps are hurried as we make our way back to our rooms, the door hardly closing before I've thrust Mish up against it.
Our breaths are heavy, charged, as our bodies collide. Lips and tongues and teeth connecting as we rush to remove our clothes.
Mish has thankfully worn a dress, an item I'm instantly adamant she wears more of as I flick it away in a single pull.
Her bra is next followed by her thong, my body near shaking beside hers as the anticipation builds.
I'm forced to take pause, however, as I notice the pendant hanging on a thin silver chain between her breasts.
I pick up the smooth steel, turning it over in my fingertips as Mish removes the chain from arou
