Chapter Sixty Five

Nala.

I slid from his lap, myheart pounding wildly. I had finally done it. I had committed to doing this. And i wasn’t sorry for it at all. I wanted him. Needed him in a way that shocked and terrified me all at once. I didn’t know this wild, wanton version of myself. I felt as if i could do anything with him, could let him do anything to me. I trusted him with my body, wholly and completely, and the prospect of doing that only excited me.

As he stood from the chair and took my hand, his eyes burning with erotic intent, i wished, for the first time in my life, that i had sex with someone at some point that wasn't Salvatore, just so I wasn’t going into this blind.

Jordan had lots of experience, I had seen the evidence of that thanks to the photos of the parade of women he had dated in his early twenties, and he had been married for seven years. I didn’t even have a lot of kissing experience to recommend me. My first everything was with Salvatore, and it had all been a duty. But this