Storm poured himself a glass of ice water and tipped it to his mouth, wishing it was something stronger but
appreciating the cool liquid as it soothed his dry throat.
He had sworn off having anything to do with Jayla years
ago; yet now, after finally making love to her, he was aching so badly for her again that it actually hurt. To make matters worse, the taste of her was still strong on his tongue and,
before he could contain himself, he groaned, which was
followed by a growl that erupted from deep within his throat. Jayla Cole had no idea just what a desirable and sexy
woman she was. Even being a novice at making love, she was every man’s fantasy. He could see her attracting the
wrong kind of men and felt a heartfelt sense of pride, as
well as relief, that she had kept her head on straight and
had not been taken in by any of them.
But was he any better? His no-commitment, hands-on-but- hearts-off, no-strings-attached policy left a lot to be desired, but he and Jayla had been struck by that unique kind of
passion that had sent her straight into his arms and had
propelled him unerringly into her bed.
And he had no regrets.
Frowning, Storm took another huge swallow of water. No woman had ever gotten to him like this. It was time for him
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