Carrie’s Point of View
Now, of all times, my aggravating mate had become intent on talking instead of focusing on my body. All I wanted was for him to rip off my clothing and drive the pain away, but instead he slowly peeled off each piece, and spoke of the past.
It was driving me wild, hearing what had happened between us from his perspective, every word saturated in that calm drawl, all the while I was burning inside while I waited for him to give me what my instincts craved. I should have made demands, but it was like I was under his spell. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was dabbling in magic, because it should have been impossible for anyone to be that good.
At least he kept his hands on my skin while tormenting me, which soothed a lot of the agony of the heat. If
