“I know it did. I’ve heard him speak of it numerous times, but it doesn’t mean I trust his intentions,” he sighs.
I slide my arms around his waist while he sips his amber drink. His hand clasps over mine, his rigid body slowly loosening up under my touch.
“Let’s not spend the night talking about Hale or Clay,” I seduce, and he almost smirks.
“What did you have in mind?” he says with mock innocence.
“Several things,” I smolder, and then I drop the sheet to the floor to leave his eyes teeming with pure, unadulterated desire.
“I’m so glad I’m marrying you,” he murmurs with breathless enthusiasm.
I grin the vixen’s smile as I successfully deter his worried mind, and he follows me back to the bed. Now that the frustrating bit is out of the way, we can take our time, and I plan on making it a night for him to remember for a while.
