Chapter 45
Katherine tossed again, letting out a small groan as she flipped her pillow for the fifth time. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, unfocused. Her room was dark and quiet except for the faint radiation from the lamp beside the bed and the soft whirr of the ceiling fan above.
The twins were already in their room, sleeping soundly—such a contrast to the whirl in her mind.
Her thoughts were all filled with Aaron —His voice, his look, his smile, his smell, his body and his attentiveness.
God!
Her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her as she shut her eyes tightly, trying to shake off the images haunting her. His touch from earlier lingered like an Arabian perfume—one kiss on her collarbone and she was undone. The way his breath trickled against her skin. The sound of his voice murmuring into her ears. The look in his eyes—raw, unguarded, and dangerously soft when he whispered, "I'm waiting."
Damn him.
