Chapter Six
Dreams of Solace …
Tempest awoke deliciously. It was rare that she had a night alone. Despite the disappointment that Joaquin (she could not bring herself to think of him as Senior Randolph after the intimacy that they had shared), there was a pleasure in being solitary. Privacy was an unusual treat.
She wanted to take complete advantage of it.
Her hand trailed down her body, awakening sparks. She cupped her breast, reveled in the sensation. She let her other hand find the place between her legs that held her pleasure and caressed it softly. It elicited a wave of pleasure that echoed through her, down to her toes. She moaned softly, extending her body to its full, impressive length, enjoying the feeling of herself. Her full lips parted, and she began to breathe more quickly
