CHAPTER TEN
Luke realized too late he’d created his own version of hell.
With Jocelyn just next door, it was sheer torture not to return to her bed. He’d only gone into her bedroom because…he didn’t know. Had it been because he’d been lonely, as Jocelyn had said?
He scowled in the dark. His c**k was still hard, and his body seemed to always be at the ready whenever his wife was near.
His wife. The words sent a frisson of heat through. Heat—and sheer terror.
He eventually fell asleep, despite the rain and the knowledge that Jocelyn lay only a few yards away. But his dreams were full of erotic images, where he hadn’t left Jocelyn’s bed and had seduced her just as he’d threatened to do.
When he awoke, he was still exhausted, his head hurt, and he barely restrained himself from growling
