CHAPTER 13THE HEAT FROM THE MORNING’S sun spread warmth across his face and brought him awake slowly. He shifted slightly and the woman next to him snuggled closer in her sleep, draping her bare leg between his thighs. The feel of her against him made his fingers itch to touch her, to graze across her soft skin, to bury himself deep inside her again, just like he’d done over and over the night before. But he couldn’t, at least, not yet.
He knew why she’d come to him last night, why she’d wanted to spend the night in unadulterated pleasure. For her it was, in many ways, her first time. Sure, she’d had s*x before, but he had a feeling she’d never been an equal and willing partner in a s****l encounter. And she’d wanted that at least once in her life. Since she was convinced her death was th
