Come to me, my love. Mate, his bear called to her. My mate. His whole body called to her like hers called to him, and he turned his brain off. Hell, he’d turned it off a while ago when he’d lain naked in bed, tossing and turning and thinking of her. Not about the baby, not about the news Ty Hawthorne had shared with him, not about the saloon. Her. Everything ceased to exist except her. All that was left was the burning need. Wrapping his own hands around his aching cock was no good. He needed her. It was like all the other nights he’d dreamed of Sarah — with the need turned up by a factor of ten or twenty or more. He could hear her whispering in his ear, imagine her touching herself. She needed him, too. He could sense her desperate desire. She’s right there, his bear had urged him. Right in the next room. Not in your dreams. Not in heaven. She’s right there. Sarah was a few steps away, touching herself and wishing for him. He could feel it. See it. Sense it as if those were his hands exploring her bare flesh.
What do You think about Redemption: Reckless Desires (Blue Moon Saloon Book 3)?
