Page 24 of A Memory Not Mine (Sanguis Amantium #1)

Chapter twenty-three

Mira

A nd suddenly, I was alone in my hotel room.

Baird had disappeared through the door with a swiftness that seemed to defy the laws of human physics, leaving me just as dizzy and breathless as that kiss had.

When his thumb settled into the cleft of my chin, I felt the world tilt—just slightly—as if the ground beneath me had shifted.

Maybe I really did need to see a doctor when I got back to Boston.

The passing out, I could explain. But the way my head swam, the flashes of disorientation that struck whenever Baird was near… those were something else entirely.

I locked and bolted the door behind him, just as he’d asked.

Then I slipped off my clothes and slid into bed naked, my skin still tingling from where his body had touched mine.

The cool cotton sheets felt indulgently sensual against my hypersensitive skin.

I tossed and turned, unable to settle. Sleep refused to come—my body was restless, aching, pulsing with the tension he’d left behind.

My fingers slid between my thighs, and the wetness I found was evidence of just how deeply his nearness had affected me. I moved slowly, trying to quiet the hunger he’d stirred, but even after, sleep was fitful and shallow.

And when I finally drifted off, it was Baird Campbell I saw in my dreams.