Finn

Vivian lay on the couch, her arm over her eyes. I saw her through the cottage window. Seeing her there held me in place, my intention to knock completely lost.

Images and sensations of our early morning together raced through my mind. I tried to reign them in. The last thing I needed to be distracted by right now was the softness of her powder-smooth skin or the warmth of her lips or the soft moans she uttered.

I growled and clenched my fists. What was wrong with ...