Lyra's POV

Watching Kessler walk out the door, I had mixed feelings about everything that had happened. I rested my hand on my chest, trying to still my racing heart.

I could smell my arousal filling the room. No wonder he can suggest hot, steamy sex when he returns.

I blush hard, knowing that he knows I want him, and the feeling's mutual. The thought of the kiss lingers in my mind as I drift off to sleep, holding tight to the pillow.

I had a rather nice sleep with the thought of Kessler resting on my mind all through. His presence in my life seems to help take away...