Isabel was incandescent with frustration. Fragments from the night before kept insinuating themselves into her mind: the scent of his skin; the thrill of his teeth grazing her neck; the way the animal skins complemented the velvety tautness of his torso. She lolled around her flat, daydreaming, reminiscing, making food and listening to music, no closer to working out why Peter had stripped her, apparently decided that she passed his assessment, made her feel absolutely incredible, and then not had sex with her. It was beyond perplexing. Maybe that was his thing – meeting women, getting them all hot and crazy for him, and then denying them what they most wanted. Like a specific kink or something. Or, he decided half-way through that he didn’t like you and he was just trying to placate you, a mean little voice whispered. No, that wasn’t it. Isabel reminded herself how aroused he’d been, even as they were lying down to sleep, and she was rewarded with another spark of arousal of her own.
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