3
Three days later Jess’ lips still tingled from Laarn’s kiss. He’d barely looked at her as he’d run a barrage of tests, ignoring the few questions she’d gotten up the courage to ask. Her body had been on fire for his touch, but once he’d let her go, it had been as though she hadn’t existed as a woman.
Again.
Frustration beat at her as she paced in the central room of the women’s quarters, a common feeling where the tall, handsome healer was concerned. Her steps took her across the plush run in the middle of the floor and back again, the soft swish of her skirts against her ankles a calming refrain completely ignored in her agitation.
He’d kissed the daylights out of her, giving her a hint of the kind of passion she’d only dreamed of before he shut her out. Stopping at the window, she
