As Amy and Luka sat on the sofa in the room in the garden, Luka wanted nothing more than to take Amy right then and there. The way her hands had slid up his chest underneath his sweater and the way she was kissing his mouth with such pent-up need, her tongue teasing his lips, stroking his tongue, made his fingers tangle in her hair as he tackled her mouth with just as much enthusiasm.
He told himself he had to know what had become of the man who had mated her, but he couldn’t get his feelings for her under control. Until a knock sounded at the garden room door. Luka frowned, looking down at a tussled Amy, her lips swollen from their kisses, her cheeks high with color, her hair tangled. She was beautiful.
“ Stay “ he said, not wanting her to move an inch until he took care of the matter.
