11
WILLOW
“Um, wow.”
After how dominant Rob was in bed—and out, I wouldn’t have taken him for a cuddler. But there I was, wrapped up in his arms, the soft fur of his chest tickling my back. He’d brought a washcloth to clean me up, and he now lay behind me, his muscled arm draped over my waist, his hand cupping my breast.
“Tell me about yourself, Natalie Shefield.” Idly, his thumb played with my n****e which was quite distracting. Even after everything we’d just done—and my bottom was a little sore—his touch was arousing.
I winced at the name. Natalie Shefield. It sounded so wrong on his lips. I wasn’t the sappy type, but damn if I didn’t want to hear my real name in his deep rumble right now, especially after what we did. There didn’t need to be affection or commitment tied to s*x. He
