Chapter Fourteen
“Ruth, my love, wake up.”
Ruth groaned and tried to roll over, but something warm and heavy was preventing her from moving. It was too early to wake up. She had never been the best morning person, even if her career meant she needed to be at times. Fortunately, most of what she did as a consultant didn’t start until after a pot of coffee had been drunk and most of the rush hour traffic was in full swing.
“Five more minutes,” she mumbled, refusing to open her eyes.
A soft chuckle sounded in her ear, and then she felt the warmth of lips along her neck. The all too realistic sensation enticed her from the ardent, scorching dream that she’d been having. Her hands immediately rose up in alarm and she froze when they encountered hot, well-muscled flesh. Taking in a deep brea
