Adrian
"You—" My throat dried up. "You're the chaperone?" I sputtered as I took Lily in.
Dressed in an elegant, midnight blue gown that hugged her curves in all the right places before flowing into a soft cascade of fabric, she was a vision straight out of a dream... my dream. I wanted to touch, lick, perhaps squeeze every one of her curves, get lost in her so she could take this edge off. Quench this thirst... this need that she had stirred the entire time she battled at the auction.
Dear Lord, I was busting at the seams, with every sway of her hips as she came and stood before me.
The diamonds at her throat shimmered under the porch lights, but nothing gleamed brighter than the knowing want in her eyes.
God, I did not need to see that... yet. Because now I had a one track mind. T
