Sean King’s words echoed over and over again in Teresa’s mind as she waited in Rico’s bedroom hours later. He’d already promised that they would sleep in the same bed. But there was no way she could relax until he was here. She figured she now knew how a sacrificial virgin must have felt just before being tied to an altar stone. Of course, she was no virgin—that ship had sailed long ago. But the nerves were there. The anxiety about what she should do. He’d said nothing would happen between them unless she initiated it. So. Should she? In spite of the anxiousness holding her in its grip, Teresa was…aroused. And she’d thought that over the years she had managed to bury what she’d felt for Rico. She had never met another man who could stir up her insides with a single look. She had thought that Rico was her one chance at happiness and when she’d left him, she had accepted that she would never have him again. Now she was here, and Teresa was forced to admit, at least to herself, that the thought of going to bed with Rico again had her body burning in anticipation.
