I knew that I was pleading. That there was a desperation in my voice. That somehow, Duncan would finally do the deed and show me how much he wanted me.
I could see it every glance and he cast my way. His every touch made me feel more alive and I have never felt more womanly. I know he wants more than just a roll in the bed. It was something he made obvious.
"I don't want you to be just a bed mate, I want you to be part of my life."
So each time he spent with us, made those words even more compelling.
He was slowly showing me that I am more than just a body he wanted to possess. For Duncan, I'm already part of his life.
My whispered words made his eyes glow, and he released a growl of need that was barely audible. I let out a gasp when I found myself laying on the couch, while he was looming on top of me.
