"Where did you go?" She pressed a kiss to his hip, then climbed up his body to lay beside him. Curling against his side, she cupped his face to force him to look at her. "You seemed like you were miles away."
Sighing, he wrapped an arm around her to tug her closer and kissed her forehead. "Just recuperating. Your mouth is a weapon of mass destruction."
She laughed in that whimsical, sleepy way that caused his heart to leap.
He turned on his side, sharing her pillow. He stared into her eyes, the bluest damn things he'd ever seen, and wondered if he could be patient enough to return the favor.
Since the second she'd stood in front of him in all her beautiful glory, he hadn't been able to get certain fantasies out of his head. Like tasting every inch of her soft, fair skin and playing a twisted version of connect the dots with her freckles and his tongue. But he wasn't exactly a romantic guy and he knew even less about...seduction.