"..."
Jenna stood there, her tongue glued to the roof of her mouth, her breath caught somewhere between her lungs and her pride. The morning breeze did nothing to cool the fire creeping up her spine. Not when Rhane's words still echoed like a sin-slicked hymn in her ears.
'So deep inside you… hear your soul sing…'
God. Her thighs pressed together. Jenna squeezed her palm tightly. Reflex. Survival instinct. Whatever it was, she was trying to think of something not so sinful!
What the hell was that man made of? His words were as sturdy and rough as his body.
The sun had barely finished stretching across the sky, the birds were still arguing about worms, and here she was, feeling like she'd just been mentally stripped naked and bent over the garden railing.
Jenna blinked. No. No, not garden railing. That was specific. Why was she being so specific? Why was she even thinking of being bent over when all Rhane had said was her legs curled around his waist? Had she gone mad?!
