Back in my room, I couldn’t keep still.
I paced from one end to the other, the hem of my dress brushing my thighs as though it remembered his touch, his hands pressing me against the wall, the heat of his breath on my neck, the way his voice had dipped low when he called me a distraction.
A shiver coursed down my spine, leaving me both restless and ashamed.
I collapsed onto the edge of the bed, pressing my palms over my burning face. Goddess, what was wrong with me? How could one man’s touch unravel me like this? What would happen when I finally let all three touch me?
It wasn’t just attraction. It was hunger. Dangerous, reckless hunger.
And worse… he seemed to know it.
My thighs pressed together involuntarily at the memory of his hand, of how close he’d been before Amelia’s voice ha
