Chapter 121

Mari bit the inside of her cheek, the heat in her face taking on a new, more interesting meaning. She shifted from one foot to the other, unsure how to respond to his honest and honestly captivating words.

He tipped her chin up and held her face level with his, daring her to look away, to break the growing tension of the moment.

She peered up into eyes so blue they intoxicated her.

"You deserve a man who'll take his time, touch you, caress you, and commit to memory every curve of your body. A lover who will hunger for your taste, the flavor of your lips, the sounds of your moans as he pleasures you."

She trembled and her knees began to wobble, threatening to drop her if she didn't grab hold of something. She leaned forward and breathed to clear her head, but she inhaled Ty, his scent, the smell of man, and desire; she became drunk on the potency of it.