Chapter Five
When Lil woke up the next morning, the first thing she saw was Trevor’s face on the pillow next to hers. His hair was mussed, his upper lip and chin whisker-shadowed, and he was sleeping like the dead. Feelings of contentment washed over her.
They hadn’t gone to sleep until the wee hours of the morning and that had been after four bouts of lovemaking. Not that she was complaining. In fact, she wouldn’t mind waking up like this every day. Going to sleep the same way, too.
As she viewed the man who had her feeling so female, her fingers itched to trace the lines feathering from the outer corners of his eyes. The lines that turned into happy crinkles whenever he smiled that captivating grin of his. She was amazed that some lucky woman hadn’t snatched him up in yet. At thirty-s
