Chapter SixRoy felt as if he’d slept a dozen hours, though he knew for a fact it was less than two. A man didn’t get his chance with Sienna Arnson and waste a moment of it on sleep. Somewhere after they’d transitioned to his apartment, but before she’d demonstrated what she could do to him with a bar of soap in his shower, they had collapsed into his bed.
Not once had they performed the frantic-coupling-and-done that defined so many of his experiences. Not that all of their lovemaking had been slow or gentle, but it had been very mutual.
He’d learned many things about Sienna. She liked to snuggle. Most women clung, Sienna snuggled. She was easily enough embarrassed to appear shy or inexperienced, but like she did everything else, she made love with a complete commitment to the task at ha
