*Alistair*
‘She wants to kiss me,’ Alistair thought wondrously to himself. ‘She’s thinking about what we did a few nights ago and she’s looking at my mouth. She wants to kiss me again. F*ck... I want her to.’
He felt the air shift between them when she had finished telling him about her and Rowan's story. Needless to say, it hadn’t changed a single thing in his mind about her. She was still the compassionate, honest woman whom he’d defended in front of his son a mere hour ago.
And, hell, even with her eyes stained pink and slightly puffy from crying before, she was still beautiful.
Alistair had half a mind to reach across the counter and grab Daphne by the base of her neck and yank her to him. He longed for her sweet taste that had filled his senses. He wanted nothing more than to ease the ache he knew she was feeling.
Ever since they shared that one moment out in the hallway, it was all Blackwood could stand to think about. He wanted her. He wanted ‘more’ of her.