Dana paced the bedroom, torn between annoyance and anticipation. After her failed escape attempt and titillating exam by John, she'd napped. A nap that left her hot and bothered and, even worse, more confused than ever. Her dreams were filled with men, familiar ones bent on seducing her, touching her, pleasing her-all at once. And damned if she didn't find it hot. But at the same time, she didn't know what to do about it.
Dana was fast approaching thirty-one, and yet she embarrassingly lacked s****l experience. Her maiden voyage, so to speak, with Nathan was her one and only attempt at lovemaking. Not because she didn't desire s*x or intimacy,. She just hadn't found anyone else who drew her in the twelve years she'd hidden. Inexperience, however, didn't mean she was completely clueless. S
