Before their kiss, all that Haley had had to go on when it came to Deacon Roth's sensual side had been her imagination. She had imagined how he might kiss, how it would feel to be held by him. How it would be to run hands over his skin and maybe tug at his hair a little bit.
That had been an awful kind of torture that had had Haley's mind going haywire as it came up with different scenarios. But now Haley had sunk to a level that was even worse than that.
Now she had gotten just a little taste of what it was like to be with the man.
She knew exactly what Roth's tongue felt like against her own, and she knew what it was like to be held in his arms. That little bit of contact should have been enough.
All of Haley's curiosity should have finally been laid to rest, with her no longer having any indecent thoughts about Deacon Roth. But such a thing could only have ever come true in her dreams, and Haley was realizing that there was simply no easy way out.
