Ginna couldn't understand the forbidden intimacy between Luke and his mother, but she could feel it in the air every time she was around them
The way they touched and looked at each other was far too heated for a mother and son. They moved like lovers, hungry and completely lost in each other.
It wasn't just Monica. Luke had a way of staring at certain women that set him apart from every other man. He didn't leer constantly, but when his interest locked on, his gaze turned raw and predatory.
Right now, that dark, possessive stare was burning straight into her.
Ginna's breath caught. She didn't know how to react, but deep between her thighs her most feminine instincts were pulsing hard.
Her neglected sex throbbed with sudden, shameful need. Heat flooded her body, making her nipples tighten and her skin flush even though she knew she didn't know why she was reacting like this.
What could a young, strong man like him possibly want with her dull, aging body?
