Chapter 89

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, and bringing forth a hunger so startling, he nearly collapsed beneath it.

He rubbed the heel of his palm at the base of his shaft to ease some of the pain throbbing through him. If he didn't get a handle on his desire, he'd explode, and the mysterious, sensual Marisol would get caught up in the explosion.

A groan escaped his throat and the throbbing ache in his groin sharpened.

His bottom lip throbbed where his teeth bit into it, the pain adding another layer of sensation to his already hypersensitive body.