Seeing Amy walk in with his shirt on, Luther had felt a lump rise in his chest. It was the shirt he'd worn the previous night, and the one he'd left on her bed, so the maid had probably seen it, and worn it for her.
But he couldn't stop the memories of the last night from playing in his head. All through the night, he'd been unable to get the thought of Amy out of his head. Her eyes, the look in them… her soft lips.
Amy had brought something else out of Luther that night. He'd never felt that excited, and that alive, in years. She'd easily broken past his barriers. Even in such huge clothes, his mind could already outline the curve of her body, and he longed to trace it with his hands.
He wanted to crush her to the wall and have her realize who she messed with, what she started, and h
