Instead of the hunger I was praying for, his face twisted in mild irritation. Like I was a child tugging on his sleeve when he was busy.
“Gloria,” he sighed, running a hand over his damp hair. “What are you talking about? Please, not this morning. I need to prepare for today’s sermon.”
I blinked at him. My thighs clenched together, my body still aching, and I felt my chest tighten with anger. “Michael… baby, please,” I whispered, sliding off the bed, letting the lace slip ride scandalously high on my thighs as I walked toward him. “We could do a quickie. Just a quick one. I’m so horny right now… so wet.” My voice cracked. “Why have you been starving me?”
He froze and then dropped the shirt in his hand. “Starving you?” He turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowing like I’d said somethi
