Chapter Ten
JANE
I stood in the kitchen, listening to Ian’s footsteps retreating. My pulse skittered wildly, and my breath was short. I could feel the arousal slick at my core and shifted my thighs to relieve the ache building there.
Ian was right. I had been lying about last night.
I’d hardly slept at all, tossing and turning as my body hummed with unquenched need.
I'd found myself dipping my fingers into my slippery wet and swollen folds and bringing myself to a rapid orgasm.
That had barely taken the edge off. And now?
I was already hot and bothered. All over again.
Restless, I turned and walked to the windows at the back of the kitchen.
The snow was picking up its pace with the wind blowing from the ocean toward the house.
The old house shuddered against the force.
I took a deep breath, hoping my pulse would slow.
I didn't know what I was going to do with myself, and I didn't know how to take back what I’d done.
I felt so stupid about telling him the truth.
Now, he knew a secret I'd kept from pretty much everyone.
I sighed and turned away from the windows, deciding I might as well work.
My new job didn't officially start for a few weeks, as far as the campus, but I had access to the university’s online system, and I could set up my syllabus and all that.
I needed something to do, or I was going to lose my mind.