Caris held her wineglass in her hands as she watched Malachi load up a plate for her, insisting he was taking care of every need. While she contemplated his words, she realized there was one very basic need she really wanted him to take care of. She was sexually frustrated as hell.
Her dreams had been full of lovemaking and Malachi Blackwood declaring his undying love for her. She was not surprised by his teasing about talking in her sleep. She didn’t doubt it for a second. Sleeping with him, only sleeping, was making her want him in ways she had never allowed herself to consider, and it was affecting her equilibrium.
Caris considered herself a smart independent woman who had s****l encounters if she wanted to. If she was interested in a man, and he was interested in her, she saw no rea
