Libby was drawn to him, intrigued by desire she couldn’t control.
She rolled over again and closed her eyes, but the images wouldn’t go away, and this time, they didn’t stop with just a kiss. Libby imagined his hands on her body, brushing aside her nightgown, searching for bare skin. He’d cup her breast, smooth his thumb over her nipple and tease it to a peak.
A tiny moan slipped from her throat as desire twisted at her core. His touch wouldn’t be gentle or tentative. He’d know how to make her ache, how to make her shiver and writhe. And when his fingers weren’t enough, he’d use his tongue and his lips to drive her wild.
Libby rubbed her stomach with her palm, tempted to satisfy the ache herself simply to get Trey Marbury out of her head. It wasn’t him she wanted, Libby rationalized. She’d just been without a man for such a long time…it was about pure desire. It had nothing to do with how he made her feel.
With a low curse, Libby clenched her fists and pounded them into her pillow. He wasn’t going to make her want him again. Tomorrow morning, she’d wake up and she’d forget he lived next door. She’d go on about her life without reliving the kisses they’d shared, without rewinding their conversations.
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