"You will be back?" A soft feminine voice asks from behind me, causing my gut to clench. Not with sickness but with lust at hearing the melodic sound.
Turning, I find Sasha in my shadow.
Her voice, coming from those lips. I think, staring at them, licking my own, and imagining what they must taste like. Damn it, why couldn't I have her tonight? Not have, I mean protect.
Fuck. What am I thinking? I have to stay on task-fuzzy headed or not.
"I swear it," I murmur, my voice husky from my thoughts of kissing her.
Her gaze drops to the floor as Yema steps beside me again.
"Was she speaking?" He gestures toward Sasha.
"She gasped." I flash him a cocky smirk. "My fault, I was telling her what I was planning to do to her next weekend. She couldn't help but be turned on. Just the response fr
