Sable
Brant had left the bedroom, and I was still trying to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe what had just happened—or how close his fingers had come to touching the place I wanted them most.
While he was on top of me, all I could think about were his lips, all over my body, especially where his fingers hovered, as if begging for permission. If he had touched me, even just a little… I would have completely come undone.
I stood up and went straight to the shower, turning on the hot water—so hot it burned every inch of me that had longed for his mouth. I didn’t know how long I stood there, letting the heat scald the ache away, until the water finally turned lukewarm.
Eventually, I got dressed, pulling on a pair of jeans and a sleeveless shirt. When I made my way downstairs, the dining
