Meanwhile, Xander was having an equally difficult time focusing.
Not after the way he had abruptly ended the kiss the moment he realized Ivy was struggling to breathe properly.
If he had not stopped himself then, things would have become far more intense between them.
So he had forced himself to pull away and let her run off before either of them completely lost control.
But now, sitting alone in his study, the memory refused to leave his mind.
The way her lips had moved against his.
The way her breathing had mixed with his.
The way she had unconsciously clung to his shirt as though she did not want him to stop.
A dangerous urge stirred inside him again.
He wanted to kiss her once more.
'Should I go check on her?' his subconscious whispered.
Xander immediately ignored the thought.
He refused to look like a desperate man chasing after his wife because of a few kisses.
Even though moments ago he had nearly lost all restraint around her.
