He let go of the doorknob and turned to see her needy and helpless eyes.

She bit her lips and gingerly approached him; she hadn’t gotten over the event of the night, yet at this moment, she wanted nothing else but the man in her bedroom who had proven yet and again that loving him wasn’t a mistake.

She wanted to have him with her and this need became more with each passing moment. Also, she wanted him to bathe her and hold her tight; she wanted him to make her his, to kiss her, touch her, claim her, possess her, to make sweet love to her. Her want for...