Chapter 42 Taste So Good

• Saint walked me back to the bedroom, leaving me alone inside for hours. While I waited for him, I showered and refused to put my regular clothes back on because the feel of them against my sensitive flesh was too much. I hadn't even been able to wear panties because anything against my sex had created friction, stimulating my need into a painful, heightened state of arousal. I searched my room for my stash of alcohol and herbs, only to find them all gone. Sliding a sheer, baby blue nightgown over my head, I resumed pacing aimlessly.
• I felt as if my skin was crawling with tiny bugs. Everything had sharpened; all my senses were fine-tuned and enhanced. My nipples had grown achy, hard tips that pushed against the sheer material of the gown. The friction was causing me to be even more aroused than I already was, if that was even possible.
• The door to my room opened, and I turned, staring at Saint, who entered. I examined him with a predatory gaze, following him as he came further into the room. He stalked inside and sat in the chair before stretching out his legs and lifting his nose to inhale my scent.