Chapter Five
Not only did Reese know that she had a fine ass, when she woke up the next morning, she felt it too. Jim hadn’t focused on it alone. In fact, he’d gone to some impressive effort so that not a single inch of her felt neglected.
Clothes in her hand, she headed to her own shower so as not to wake him—the man had earned his sleep. Gods, had he earned it.
Reese felt loose, like a cat on the prowl. Curiously comfortable with her nakedness in a man’s room like she’d never been. She’d always been the one to race to the finish, won and done. Always first dressed.
Jim had refused to be hurried. And it hadn’t been just his hands or his mouth. He’d rubbed her instep with the top of his foot like he was performing reflexology on the pressure points there rather than just a nice contact
