She needed a shot of courage.
Melanie paced her room like a restless cat, eyes narrowing at the door as if it were her own personal mortal enemy. Of course, it wasn't the poor, innocent door's fault—it was the not so innocent, no, downright wicked man sitting right outside it.
Every single time she even thought of stepping out, all she could remember was what the two of them had done against the other door… and she blushed furiously, her cheeks burning as something warm and wicked curled low in her belly. She felt aroused. Dam* it! This was just too much sensation.
Her stomach was already growling, clearly unimpressed with her emotional chaos, and all she could think of was the way his mouth had felt against hers—insistent, hot, and utterly unforgettable when she should be thinking of food.
