Free Fangs for the Memories by Kathy Love Page B

to the sink to look for soap. As she searched, she caught her reflection in the mirror over the sink.
    She looked a wreck. Her hair stood out all over her head, and she had traces of mascara under her eyes. The smudged makeup made the purplish circles under her eyes look even darker.
    Why would a gorgeous hunk like Rhys be fascinated with her? Sebastian had to be mistaken. But she had been in bed with Rhys. And he’d…
    Her cheeks flamed, making her complexion a colorful pink, mottled against the purple under her eyes.
    She closed her eyes, releasing a hitched breath. She couldn’t remember last night, but she could certainly remember the feeling of Rhys’s hands on her when she woke up.
    Heat drained from her flushed cheeks to pool in her belly, then lower. She’d never felt anything as wonderful as Rhys’s fingers against her.
    As if by their own will, her fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse. Not opening her eyes, she pretended it was Rhys’s fingers loosening the buttons, parting the white cotton. The wisps of steam from the hot water filling the tub moistened her skin, and she pretended it was Rhys’s kisses warming her flesh.
    What was she doing? She’d never been the type to fantasize about men. And especially fantasies like this. But she’d also never had a man touch her like Rhys had. It had been so… thrilling.
    She let her blouse fall to the floor, and she moved her fingers to the front clasp of her bra. The filmy material separated, and her nipples peaked against the humid air.
    Embarrassed, but unable to stop herself, she brushed her fingers over them, trying to remember exactly how Rhys’s lips had felt suckling her.
    Her eyes snapped open at the sound of a quiet cough, and she spun toward the open doorway.
    Rhys stood there, watching her.
    She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide herself and to somehow hide what she’d been doing. But she could tell from the smoldering glow of his eyes, he’d seen.
    The burn of embarrassment mingled with the fire those intense eyes created inside her. She so wanted this man.
    His gaze left her covered chest, and he held her eyes with his.
    She shifted slightly under the hunger she saw there.
    “Sorry,” he said, his voice huskier than usual. “I thought I heard you calling me.”
    She stared at him. Well, her body had been calling him, but she didn’t think her voice had. “I… No.”
    He nodded sharply. “Then I will leave you to your bath.”
    They stared at each other for a moment longer; then Rhys bowed slightly and left, pulling the door shut behind him.
    Jane sagged against the sink, still clutching her breasts.
    This was impossible. It had taken every bit of her rational mind to not invite him to join her in the tub. What was wrong with her? She’d always been so practical, so reserved. Now she was acting like a wanton.
     
    Rhys shut both Jane’s bathroom and bedroom door, and he still seemed to sense her desire pulling at him, begging him to come back to her. He stopped in the hallway, his own desire telling him to go back. She was his betrothed after all. They weren’t married yet, but they would be soon, as soon as he could arrange it, and then that delectable body of hers would be his.
    He nearly groaned, thinking about what she’d been doing when he arrived at her bathroom door. Her hands caressing her creamy skin. Shaping themselves to the rounded curves of her breasts. Her fingers teasing her swollen pink nipples.
    He still remembered the taste of them. The heat of her body. His cock pulsed painfully in his trousers.
    She was already his, but soon, he’d have her beside him every night.
    Forcing himself
to
ignore his overly enthusiastic body, he searched for Sebastian. His brother had left him after their celebratory drink to talk with Jane again. Rhys was curious to see what Jane had told his brother.
    Sebastian was in his room. He finished buttoning his shirt, then shrugged on a jacket.
    “Where are you off