Chapter 11: Long Nights

Evie Stanton

Thane seemed distracted for the remaining duration of dinner. Part of me was happy he wasn’t asking any more questions. The rum had loosed my inhibitions, and I shared more than I wanted to.

I felt thankful he conceded, giving me some privacy to get dressed for bed. I undid the sash around my waist, dropping the crimson fabric against the headboard.

“…you would’ve found yourself in my cabin, cuffed to my headboard under different pretenses.”

A shiver ran down my spine. My skin became hot to the touch. I brushed Thane’s words from my mind.

I kicked off my shoes, keeping my socks on. After unclipping the buttons on the front of the leathered pants, I pushed them off. Instantly, I felt more comfortable. I climbed beneath the furs, suddenly bombarded with his scent. The mouthwatering scent of musk and brine.

I ignored the erotic stroke between my thighs.

I’ve slept in Thane’s bed once in only a shirt.

Why would this be any different?