Liam hadn’t been happy with me last night. He’d cursed about my stupid books and said I should suck his dick before bed, but I hadn’t done. Liam’s dick could go suck itself, I wanted Mythago Wood. Right now, I wanted something else, though. It wasn’t the wind that had me in a shiver as I headed up the carriage. My heart was pounding, and my mouth was dry, and my stomach was a churn of wanting a man I didn’t know. And there he was. The stranger.
