Single for thirty-one years, only once having a fling with Leslie Howard four years ago, David Redington—his Adam's apple involuntarily moved up and down, the deep blue in his eyes becoming even more profound.
Though he exerted great control, only David himself knew.
In these four years, how many nights did the soft, naked body of the woman before him suddenly appear in his dreams.
That night, though he's tried to forget it.
But in the depths of his memory, it seemed to be etched in vivid detail.
He could easily relive her beauty…
Could remember the feel of his fingertips full of her delicate, smooth touch…
Could relive the softness of her lips, kissed by him to a swollen, red allure…
Could recall her youthful tenderness, scared to death yet feigning to indulge, the soft moans at his ear, crying and calling as she was hurt yet seducing.
And when he deeply possessed her, the tremor seemed to come from the depths of her soul.
