Lawrence leaned back against the closed door, pausing to reflect over what had just happened. He had made love to Zehra, and it had been… Lord, it had been unlike anything he’d ever felt with any woman. He had been focused solely on her pleasure, showing her how intimacy between a man and woman should be.
And yet she’d been the one to teach him things. Like how staring into her eyes as she came apart was like watching a sunset over a lake: brilliant blue water bathed in gold light. It consumed him, drowned him in its ecstasy.
She’d been so open with herself that he hadn’t been able to maintain his emotional distance as he did with past lovers. Being with her, even just holding her in his arms, made him want to tell her a thousand things and to ask her just as many questions. For the firs
