*Barkley*
Bloody damned hell!
I haven’t lost control like that since I was sixteen years old and one of the upstairs maids had been toying with me. If I hadn’t been fantasizing about Jayne touching me, about her enfolding that soft, warm hand around me… If I hadn’t been imagining her mouth pressed to my chest, lapping at my skin, trailing over my throat...
Hearing the creak of the bed followed by the padding of bare feet over the floor and carpet, I stiffen. Peering through my fingers, I watch her sit in the stuffed chair beside the fireplace, pull her feet onto the cushion, and wrap her arms around her drawn-up legs. Legs I have skimmed my hands along. She isn’t tall, but she is still mostly leg. The flickering firelight dances over her, and I imagine my mouth following the same trails
