Chapter Two
Being in close proximity to Meredith was wreaking havoc with my entire being.
No, I wasn’t a virgin.
I wasn’t a kid.
And I hadn’t been chaste over the last fifteen fucking years.
But desire coursed through me like molten lava, melting my reserve and hardening my cock.
Fuck, I hadn’t felt that goddamn hard in years. If I didn’t calm down, I was likely to bust the seam of my too tight pants.
Why did she have to look so good?
Goddamn.
I craved this woman like I craved no other. Hungered for her even when she looked at me like she hated me.
That was okay. I could deal with her hatred. It would have been so much worse if she’d been indifferent.
Fact was, Meredith looked good.
Too damn good in her sedate dress with her hair wildfire pulled back from her face.
The dress was a little too big on her, bagging around her waist and arms where it should have been taken in by the dressmaker or seamstress. Her purse was scuffed, and her shoes were a different shade of gray.
The Meredith I knew had a keen fashion sense and dressed to enhance her full figure. She’d always had piles of money and an individuality I’d admired.
This Meredith was every bit as beautiful. Even more so.
I’d come there with a purpose. To bring her to heel.
But looking at her, I realized there was so much I didn’t know. Trying to remain aloof was a fighting battle.
My interest was piqued.
There was a storm brewing behind her eyes and whether it was made of the same stuff as the hurricane wild winds billowing inside of me, I didn’t know for sure yet.
But I wanted to find out.
I wouldn’t lie to myself. Not when it came to her. My blood burned when I looked at Meredith.
They said where there was smoke, there was fire. Well, I smelled smoke, alright.
Maybe it was time to check for fire.