As tempting as it was to pretend that his need for her was purely the result of his months-long dry spell, Tag knew better. This was more than just sex or chemistry, though they definitely had chemistry––holy fuck, did they ever. Kissing Jolena had felt like stepping into a glassblower’s furnace. When she’d put herself down in his hearing, he’d had to say something, had to make it clear that he wouldn’t let her do that. Not when she was the reason he’d been smiling all afternoon, and why his dick was currently as hard as marble. Tag didn’t know who had convinced her she wasn’t worthy of a man’s attention, but he knew one thing, if he ever found out who’d told her that lie, he’d pound them to bloody dust. His mother had been like that when they were young. She had a way of building up everyone else by putting herself down, and it had made his dad crazy. Their father had dedicated his life to showing her how beautiful she was, and how much he loved her. These days, Mom didn’t doubt herself anymore, and seeing his parents together was a joy to behold.
