He'd emptied the large bowl and pitcher of cold water without cooling his ardor even a fraction. No matter how much water he splashed on his face or poured over his aching shaft his body wouldn't relent. It craved release. It was ravenous for the pleasure promised by the very presence of the woman who haunted his dreams. The woman who stood before him in the living room, burning him with her heated glances, igniting the tinder of desire piled deep within his belly, ...