There was nothing but silence. In fact, the quiet seemed to eat at me the entire drive. And the worst thing about it was his car smelled so damn good. The events of today hit me like whiplash, leaving a numbness behind that only his masculine scent seemed to penetrate. Instead of the prickling feeling of panic, his close proximity and the idea of his hands on me were driving me insane.
It was as though my body focused on the primal aspect I'd been craving so I wouldn't be traumatized by the event, not that I was surprised.
There was a difference between lusting after a man and wanting him to be the father of your children. I was just lusting after him.
The feelings were so tenacious I remained only numb, leaving room for one thing. Warmth hummed between my legs, my skin a nesting ground for electricity and ice.
