It was late evening as they walked back toward the village.
Luke still craved more of Ginna, but since it was her first time having real sex, he held back and promised himself a much longer, deeper taste of her next time.
Walking beside her, he asked quietly, "You don't want anyone finding out about us?"
Ginna nodded slowly. "With our age difference, they'd say I trapped you. And my daughter… I don't want her thinking less of me."
Luke sighed. "I couldn't care less what they think."
She offered a helpless little smile but stayed silent.
He lowered his gaze. "Alright. If that's what you want, I won't push."
Then he stepped closer and took her hand in his.
Her pulse jumped at his touch. His voice dropped to a heated whisper. "But I hope you won't turn me away when I need more of your time again."
Ginna bit her lip. The deep ache between her thighs still throbbed with every step, a constant, delicious reminder of how roughly he had taken her inside that tree.
