C H A P T E R S E V E N T E E N
Libby raised her brows and gave Jerome an expectant look. She needed to bargain with her estranged werebear babydaddy. She got a migraine just thinking about that line.
"I'm listening," she said, taking a break from making more hot water for tea.
Her chamomile tea was definitely cold by this point, and she needed something to do with her hands to keep herself from wrapping her arms around Jerome's neck and kissing him senselessly. He did something to her, and damn if it wasn't difficult to ignore the fact that he was the best she'd ever had. It wasn't even just lust.
She desired all of him. Every time. There was no other explanation for her long absence from the dating scene than the realization that no one could compare to Jerome. Jerome gave her a wet look from beneath his thick lashes, and she despised the fact that even that made her wet.
Libby, you're supposed to be calm and collected in this situation! Stop picturing him naked!