Sammy glared at the connecting door. Bit her thumbnail. Stared some more.
It was useless. She couldn't get the scent of Cain out of her head, nor the feel of his body from when he had pressed it against her moments before. And that kiss? She traced her fingers over her swollen lips.
Her cheeks flamed and she whirled from the door to flop on her bed. So effing embarrassing the way he was able to pull things from her. She didn't talk about her life, sexual or otherwise, with anyone. In five seconds, he'd had her admitting how long it had been since she'd been kissed. Touched.
Regardless of how long, it had never been like that. Not that she had vast arrays of experience, but still.
She reached for her cell on the nightstand, noting her hands were still trembling. The sexy asshole had made her tremble. No one had ever done that before.