Chapter Fourteen
Rory rolled over and buried his face in the pillows. In just one night, Rhetta’s scent permeated his bed. His hips thrust thoughtlessly into the firm mattress. The material paled in comparison to her supple a*s.
He furrowed his brow. Where was her supple a*s? Rory raised his head.
Rhetta wasn’t in the bed. She wasn’t in the room, but her scent was still strong. She was near.
He rolled out of the bed, wincing when he put weight on his foot. He hadn’t lied to her. He had taxed his foot chasing after her these past couple of days. He thought of her then, when she’d stormed into his cutting room and began making her demands with her lush curls in a tight bun and her curves hidden under layers of fabric.
His mind shifted to last night with her hair spilled around him, her
