“Are you alright?” he whispered next to my ear.
“That's your finger you've got inside me,” I said.
“Yes. It is.”
“What's it doing in there?”
“I thought you would like it there.” Good come back. When he pulled it out, I had a sudden change of heart. That had felt extremely good, almost like it belonged there. I chastised myself for being so weak— both too weak to say no, and too weak to say yes. I knew I wanted Jacob, and for the life of me, I was unable to continue resisting him. When had I become such a sexpot? I didn't go to bed with strangers. (Well, I hadn't known Dante well before we'd had s*x, but it seemed like a good idea at the time, and he had such a reasonable argument—that his scent on me would keep the vampires at bay—Tremayne especially—that I couldn't resist trying it at
