Wednesday, May 18, 2011
WIP it Wednesday
“Lexi, about last night…”
She looked around at the milling people and felt the heat in her face, not to mention the wash of heat that hit her square in the stomach and arced down right between her legs to flesh still tender, swollen. He’d been utterly focused on her, demanding, relentless and God help her she’d loved every frenzied minute of it.
“It’s okay,” she choked.
“I got…kind of rough.” He looked away from her. “I—”
“It’s okay and I—yeah, anyway…” She coughed. “I liked it. A lot.”