He hadn’t expected to feel anything for her. Sure, he’d had an ulterior motive for blackmailing her into staying in his home and having sex with him. He’d needed time to figure out how to deal with her and coerce her not to tell his story. He hadn’t expected the sex to be so incredible. He hadn’t expected to experience comfort and a general sense of well-being while he was with her. He never thought he’d hear her personal thoughts and want to kiss her so badly he’d have to mentally and physically stop himself from doing so. If he’d given her the phoenix kiss…it was something he didn’t want to think about. Something he’d never encountered with any woman. Number one, he never brought women into his home. Layla broke in but that was beside the point. She was still there. Even now, he resisted the urge to turn on his side and pull her close to him so he could feel her body next to his. Number two, he’d expected to be able to maintain a distance from what happened between them.
