Chapter Eight
Zurie
His hands on my body left blazing trails all over my flesh. I was hungry for his touch. Although completely sober, drunkenness emanated throughout every piece of my existence. My brain refused to think about anything other than pleasing this man and being pleased by him.
My God, this feels so right!
Just the way he ran his hands up and down my arms, gazing into my eyes as he held his breath, stole things from me I had no idea I was even holding back. “Zurie, are you sure about this?”
Nodding, I gulped. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Cayce.”
His lips pulled up to one side, a playful expression piercing his handsome face. “Zurie, we don’t have to rush a thing. I’m not going anywhere, and I suppose you’re not either.”
My heart sagged in my chest.
