This is the twelfth entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to find out what happens in the end.Thank you for reading!
She could’ve said yes. That the thought of being carried in his arms was causing her inexplicable excitement, but she didn’t. Only when he’d stopped in a vacant street was her mind finally lucid.
“Why have you stopped?”
He lowered the reigns. “You looked unwell.”
“I’m fine. We should resume.”
He held her gaze and moved closer. “You make that incredibly hard, Alisa.”
“Someone will see,” she said weakly.
But he didn’t stop. Those hard lips that promised pleasure and celebration were on hers, robbing her breath and stroking her senses to delirium. Shutting out shame, she leaned into him.