Foxy
His words made it hard to sleep. Not because what he said wasn’t true but because it was. Could I blame him for wanting more?
I wanted more, but I couldn’t give up all my dreams of a free life just because fate had put a mate in my way.
It wasn’t even that I didn’t find him attractive because I did. Although attractive wasn’t the right word. Already my body craved his touch.
When he had kissed me, it was like I had never been kissed before. My toes had curled into the carpet. I had wanted more. I still wanted more. And Ben wanted me as well. He couldn’t deny it.
So why was he fighting it? Surely coming together for a purely physical relationship was better than nothing.
I had even been willing to let him dominate me if that’s what he wanted to do. Something I hadn’t done
