Calan’s scent, his touch and his words enflamed the unquenchable hunger within her. Her gaze followed the slow descent of his pants down the length of his legs. He deserved her worship and she wanted to memorize every delicious inch of him so she could deliver it with her eyes closed. His thick thighs captured her attention. He could probably carry her all night if he wanted. Or stand in one position for a millennium. The thought brought back the cruelty of what her father had done to his amazing man who’d saved her despite her unfortunate tie to the fairy he hated. She let the reminder settle over her and accepted the respect and growing affection for Calan because of it. My noble ghost man. She shifted her focus to his broad chest. Muscle upon muscle betrayed his strength. Never had she seen a more perfect body. Desire flared, flooding her core with more welcoming arousal. She fisted her hands to stop herself from tugging him down on top of her. Don’t rush, don’t rush. Worship him as he promised to do for me.
