Desperately.
And maybe that should have frightened me more than it did.
But every time I replayed the kiss in my head, all I felt was hunger.
The good kind.
The kind that made your blood warm and your thoughts hazy.
My hand drifted slowly down my stomach almost without permission.
Fuck.
This was ridiculous.
One kiss.
One impossibly perfect kiss and suddenly I was lying in bed touching myself like a hormonal teenager.
But it didn’t feel ridiculous.
It felt inevitable.
My fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts, and the first brush between my thighs made me gasp softly.
My pussy was hot.
And wet.
Embarrassingly so.
All because of him.
Because Sten had looked at me like he wanted me.
Like my body was something to savor instead of settle for.
The memory nearly undid me.
I closed my eyes and imagined him above me again.
Huge.
Warm.
Dangerous.
Those glowing eyes fixed on mine while his tail curled possessively around my thigh.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
My fingers circled slowly, and pleasure sparked instantly through my body, sharp enough to arch my back against the mattress.
Everything felt too sensitive.
Every touch too intense.
Like Sten had somehow awakened nerve endings I didn’t know existed.
