CHAPTER TWELVE
KATE WOKE UP AND DISCOVERED that she was alone in bed, covered with a silky sheet up to her shoulders. Her body felt strange. She looked down and saw the traces Ryan’s beard and demanding fingers had left on her body. She wore the man’s prints on her hips and realized with a shock that she had allowed a man to mark her.
Kate got out of bed and scowled. Her muscles protested loudly. She had never been so thoroughly loved and used before, and her body complained now.
Kate ached everywhere, so, with hesitant steps, she strode into the bathroom. She looked at her mussed hair in the mirror and shaking her head, she brushed it with her fingers. Kate touched her swollen and bruised lips and remembered Ryan’s skillful mouth. That memory made her shiver.
In the shower, the woman
