Reagan’s POV
I slammed the door to my room and leaned against it, breathing hard.
The hallway outside was quiet, but my head was loud as hell. Irene’s face kept flashing behind my eyes...the way she had looked at me in the clearing, hurt and angry and still wanting me. I could still feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine. Still hear the way she had gasped when I had her against that tree.
I hated myself for it.
I hated how much I still wanted her.
I paced the room, hands running through my hair. My c**k was already half-hard, straining against my pants just from thinking about her. I tried to ignore it. I tried to think about pack business, about training schedules, about anything except the way her large breasts had bounced in my face when I had her bent over that log.
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