Chapter Eighteen
Ben woke up from one of the worst nights of sleep he could remember. Even an icy shower had done little to relieve his discomfort after leaving Carrie’s. This was the first time Ben had ever turned down a woman who was ready and willing, but there was a fine line between bedding a woman who knew what she was doing and one as inexperienced as Carrie. There were some lines with women that even he wouldn’t cross.
Worse, his body hadn’t gotten the message. He wanted her badly, and thinking about how tight she’d be, how no man had ever been inside of her before, was not helping. His cell phone buzzed beside the bed. He reached for it and growled, “What?”
“Whoa, bad night?” Verna, of course. She always called bright and early, like sunshine, but today he wasn’t in the mood.
