Jerica lay beneath the soft covers, her heart still drumming a steady, fervent rhythm as her mind drifted, her skin luminous from the intimacy she had just shared with Jared.
His hand rested over her, fingers tracing slow, delicate patterns along her bare skin. Each touch felt reverent, as though he were memorizing every curve and hollow, drawing her closer to him with a possessiveness she hadn't felt in so long.
His eyes held a dark, simmering intensity, a look that spoke of both hunger and restraint, softening as he gazed down at her with something dangerously close to vulnerability.
Since she'd stepped into the gala that night, she had felt his eyes following her, tracing her form in a way that was novel for her. She thought he was made at her but he had looked at her as if she were something precious, a treasure he could barely wait to reach, his hunger barely hidden beneath the surface.
