*River*
Standing by the stone well, I dump another bucket of cool water over my head. I have to get the she-wolf away from here before she makes me loco.
How could I possibly have touched my mouth to her soft neck, to be so close that all I can smell is the delicate scent that belongs to her alone, to nibble on her ear as though I am a starving man sitting down to his first meal? It took all the willpower I possess not to dip my hand beneath the water to take pleasure from the weight of her breast within my palm. Her alabaster flesh demands a man’s mouth pay homage to it. I have never in my life yearned for anything as much as I long to possess Norah.
But my quest for revenge will ensure that I never have her. She is not the type of she-wolf to give herself lightly... to lift her skirts
