Thane's hand rested on the back of my neck, and a jolt of electricity ran through my veins. I wondered if he felt me stiffen under his touch. I can't believe my own body is betraying me like this.
I wanted to hate him, but yet I relished the feel of his fingers on my skin, yearning for his touch.
Perhaps it was because Thane was the only man my body has ever known. He was familiar with my body, knowing exactly how to weaken my knees, to make me moan with maddening ecstasy, leaving me on the brink of exhaustion with pleasure.
There are things...feelings a woman cannot forget.
I was ashamed to admit it to myself, but I had been having some...cravings, I wanted to be touched and by someone who knew how. Despite the pain Thane caused me five years ago, I was still a woman with needs and de
