She’s still in bed sleeping.” Richard raked a frustrated hand through his hair. He was torn between rushing upstairs and demanding she kiss him so he could taste the sweetness of her lips, and wanting to sink down beside her in the bed and just hold her until he could work out what he felt. No woman had ever affected him this way. He wanted to both fuck her and to cherish her. It was the last thought that really mystified him. Richard never allowed himself to have feelings for any woman, let alone want to cherish one. While he adored all things female, women were to play with and enjoy. He loved making them squirm and sigh and come shivering against him. But cherish? This is so confusing. “Why haven’t you kissed her?” Polly looked amused. “She won’t let me.” That was the thing that really got to Richard. He never had to ask before. He was always been given what he wanted. Polly burst out laughing. “Good for her!” “But we had sex.” Even as he said the words, Richard knew he wanted more than that with Memphis.
