Burning For My Husband's Son
I could feel the sharp, frantic intake of her breath against my palm, her
chest rising and falling rapidly against my ribs. The scent of her, damp earth, vanilla, and
warm skin, hit me like a physical blow.
Slowly, I pulled my hand away from her mouth, but I didn't step back.
Veda spun around, her gray eyes wide and wild with shock and anger as she backed up
against the edge of the sink, her fingers clutching the marble behind her.
"Are you insane?" she whispered angrily.
"Get away from me, Zane.