Chapter 10
Lovers were supposed to look different in morning’s light. Weren’t they?
Tim still looked…wonderful.
None of the shine had come off him as they had a midnight breakfast in a house lit only by the Alaskan mid-summer twilight.
His eyes had practically glowed with heat the moment before he’d dragged her from the table, dropped his briefs, lifted the lower edge of her long Keep Calm, I’m a Helicopter Pilot t-shirt, and taken her with desperate need and suddenness against the refrigerator—bottles and jars rattling together inside as she’d struggled to survive the emotions and needs doing the same within her.
They’d both collapsed back into bed after the most erotic shower of Macy’s entire life. And when she awoke with his fingers stroking her, she rolled to open to his touch and
