Chapter 37

By the time they parked the truck and made it inside the house Lexie was so aroused just from thinking of sex with her husband her pulse raced. Moisture flooded her panties, her cream evidence of her heated desire. The nipples on her aching breasts tightened to diamond-hard tips. A pulse throbbed low in her belly and in the walls of her sex, insistently trumpeting the intensity of her need. Would it always be like this between the two of them, instant conflagration whenever they touched, raging hunger whenever they were alone? She hoped they didn't burn themselves out before they celebrated their first wedding anniversary.

A slight tremor shook Killian's hands as he hung his jacket on a peg in the mud room. She hooked hers next to it and, without a word, spun and headed for their bedroom. She'd almost made it into the room when his hands grasped her hips, turning her around to face him.

"I have to have a taste." His voice held that passionate, husky sound she loved.

"Have at it."