Flooring it down the interstate didn’t help the knots in her stomach, and staring at the broken white line was going to make her dizzy if she didn’t stop soon. What the hell happened back there? Too many things to count. She’d gone all psychiatrist on the poor guy, practically pushing him into an emotional tailspin. Then she practically made love to him, wanting to pick up all his broken pieces and weld them back together. But even before that, when he demanded she obey… she did. And she liked it. Loved it. A hot blast of desire flooded her. It’d been incredible to give up control to a man that knew how to take it. And he’d enjoyed it. It’d been all for her benefit, and it was liberating. Confidence had soared in her mind. Trace had done her a favor. She pulsed between her legs, thinking about how she had come, and what she’d been doing. But… then she ran. Every thought she had, every minute of enjoyment was paused so she could get home. He’d made her feel wanted, so she ran.
