XXXII. He's Not Mine...Yet!

Marsden can’t sleep.  His mind was very awake.  Everytime he closed his eyes the memory of Trisha’s smooth lips and soft skin keep him awake especially the gentle sounds she made out of pleasure as he submitted to his desires. 

But Amber’s words compelled him to stop.  ‘I’m not yet ready to handle you.’  The moment he remembered those words Marsden knew he needed to stop.  Those words changed him in a way that women like Trisha don’t deserve someone like him…with his past still coping up with him.

His conscience poked at him particularly when he saw her confused look the moment he suddenly stopped.  He also saw the hurt when their eyes met before they avert their gazes almost at the same time.

She looked so beautiful seating there, trying to compose herself.  Her hair was a little bit disheveled when he gently gripped it to kissed her deeper, her red lips that looked thoroughly kissed and when he subtly stared at her ne