Mateu stared across the orchard as Friday’s first rays peeked out from the horizon and wondered if he’d ever sunk as low as he had last night.
He was on the brink of something foreign, something that both scared and enthralled him. There’d been a risk in making love to her. And though, deep down, he knew he should have stopped, there was nothing save a natural disaster that could have made him give her up.
Her warm scent had clouded his head. Would he ever tire of her taste, of the feel of her in his arms?
The answer was terrifying.
But he had no choice.
He’d never been in this position before. Oh, he’d had plenty of bedmates, but nothing like this. Nothing that left him feeling as though he stood on rocky ground. The last time he let himself feel even a fraction of what was running t
