Page 25 of Resisting Fate
She wasn’t coming back.
Long moments passed and he got more and more agitated.
He turned off the light on his nightstand and closed his eyes, tossing and turning. Sleep eluded him.
Dammit. Obviously he needed another wild night with her before he could let her go. Now he had to seduce her all over again.
Seriously, how many times did she have to be dropped into his lap for him to get the message? He got it. Fate kept bringing them together. Oh, yeah, he was a believer now. And when fate put a woman like Missy in your path, you welcomed her with open arms until the thing was done. Two, three nights max oughta do it. He hoped. He wasn’t looking for serious. He just wanted a little more time with her.
His mind replayed every minute of their naked time, and he got himself even more worked up, both wanting her and agitated at the idea of never having her again. Hell, she’d really gotten under his skin.
Hours later, he gave up on sleep and took a long hot shower, taking himself in hand, imagining her sexy mouth on him.
He leaned against the shower wall, spent, knowing he was going to have to work harder for a woman than he ever had in his life.
