Chapter 72

She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of spicy cologne and male heat, felt bands of lean muscle flex under her hands. She rubbed her cheek against the silky fabric of his shirt, heard the steady thump of his heart, and suddenly every cell in her body ached to be touched. Her lips begged to be kissed. And oh, what the man could do with his mouth.

Bone-melting, toe-curling, out-of-this-world kisses. It was all coming back to her now. Not that she’d ever completely forgotten. She’d just blocked out a few crucial details. Like the way he’d been demanding yet achingly tender when he’d touched her. The way he’d given back twofold whatever he took. The way he was more interested in satisfying her needs than his own. In fact, she’d lost count of how many times he’d satisfied her when they made love. The truth is, it had been so perfect, so amazingly wonderful, and despite everything that had happened, despite her intentions, she knew she'd fallen for him all over again.