Her mind had been wallowing in the gutter since the moment she’d laid her lips to his, and she couldn’t seem to get it back onto dry land again. Granted, it had been a long time since she’d been with a guy. There just hadn’t been anyone she felt sufficiently attracted to. She quickly did the math and flinched. It would be two years come July. Where had the time gone? No wonder she was so worked up after only two minutes of over-the-clothes petting. She was hard up for some good loving. Granted, she had indulged in a little solo action when the urge hit, which was pretty often, but this… This was different. She was crazed with need, like she wasn’t even herself. A dull ache still pulsed low in her stomach and her nerve endings were lit up like lights on a Christmas tree. Did she have the strength to walk away from this man without knowing what it felt like to be with him for real? She found herself eyeing him hard again. He returned her gaze intently, his eyes narrowing as if he could read her thoughts.
