WhiskeyintheJar Romance

She could hear his staggered breathing. She grabbed for air. Then his hands scraped through her hair and he lifted her face. A whisper of heat grew between them, gathering like the tidal forces of the distant waves that pounded the sand at her feet.

“Is this what you want?” The growl in those words froze her. He backed her up until she hit against a tree. “Do you want me to lift your robes and bury myself in your body? So you can say you are no longer a virgin? Is that what you want to share with the world?” Sarah willed herself not to faint. “Don’t play games with me, chica. You don’t know the rules.”