Troy
I can't stop thinking about how she'd reacted to me, how her body responded, the way her breathing had quickened and all of a sudden her skin began to overheat.
Now as we sit in the reception hall, I can’t keep my eyes off her, even though she has no problem avoiding me. The gray silk dress she's wearing clings to her mouthwatering curves, and all I want to do is bend her over and pull the long skirts up over her back to see if she's wearing panties underneath. And, of course, I want to bury myself inside her over and over again until I relieve this ache I feel for her.
I must be losing my mind; I've never been after a woman so hard before.
“Bella? She’s good looking.” Arson Black picks up his drink and takes a deep swallow of the beer and for the millionth time, I wonder why Blak
