Ara had delectable legs. Smooth and shapely... But Emyr had other plans for tonight's dream adventure.
He watched, with regret, when she donned the dressing robe. The delightful pair of limbs were enfolded by the silky cloth.
"Why am I here? The bed--"
"Has always been here," he finished for her. "You fell asleep here, Miss Gray," he told her gently.
Her hair was uncombed. The strands were curly and long. Her face had no make-up. Yet she was more beautiful because her skin was fresh and moist. Her lips were luscious.
The look of bewilderment on her face was priceless. Although she had followed him even on her bared feet.
"Ouch! My foot!"
When Ara showed him her sole, the pointed shell was still attached to her skin.
"I'm sorry! I didn't know that you forgot your slippers!" Emyr car
