Chapter 8
Aidan woke during the night. Becca was curled at his side, her head tucked against his shoulder. He stroked his hand through the tangle of her silky hair, savoring the sound of her breathing. He allowed his hand to coast down her back and over the lush curve of her hip. He’d prepared himself that she might promptly send him on his way last night, but she hadn’t. Years of fantasies denied couldn’t have prepared him for what it would be like to actually make love to Becca. She’d slayed him through and through. Now he had to hope she sensed the depth of possibility between them. He knew he had to be careful and to be patient, which would force him to call upon all of his discipline. Years of rigorous military training should help him, but his heart was in deep already. He wanted to
