NOEL WENT ABOUT THE usually simple task of making coffee when all he could do was recall the feminine scent taking up every corner of his brain when he had stood so close to Elise just seconds ago. After last night the imprint of her body had burned itself onto his chest and thighs forever. And the kiss he had stolen...Dios, she was driving him insane with want.
He spilled coffee grounds onto the floor and cursed in his native language for letting his thoughts become obsessed with her. Since the Ancient One had visited him those months ago and implanted the face of this woman within his psyche, he had never known peace. She haunted his nights, and his days were spent yearning for her. Noel feared he would never know peace again until he had her for his own—if only for one night. Even more
