Ginger lay in bed, stripped naked, burning with desire and head whirling in confusion.
Did the sheriff have feelings for her?
Apparently not. Apparently he regretted his very public scene with her. Damn it...she wanted him so badly she couldn't even think straight. Her brain was fogged with desire.
She gripped the rubbery shaft of her vibrator, closed her eyes, and, shamefully, pictured the sheriff in her mind. It hurt to want someone who didn't want her. She imagined herself naked, lying on this bed. Tied down, arms and legs secured to posts. He'd be on top her, straddling her...