And then had smiled up at him, looking so earnest and clever, Fox had to forcibly stop himself from kissing her. Such wayward desires had been tempting him with greater regularity. The nip of Leah’s waist pleaded for his hands. The slope of her throat begged for his lips. His arms often felt empty, and he knew that only the warmth of her body could fill them. It was the most exquisite torture.
