sprawled, in all his muscular glory, across my hotel bed. It takes a second for
me to remember that I, uh . . . I let Mackenna stay over?
willpower? The mattress squeaks as he shifts in bed, one arm reaching out as he
groans in his sleep and seems to search for me. I roll away quickly and watch
his hand settle on a pillow.
halfway around his waist, because if I see one more inch of bare flesh I might
explode from the heat spreading through me. I feel myself blush even deeper
when his muscles bulge as he pushes himself up with his arms.