Chapter 49
The rhythmic movement of Rohan’s fingers over the soft skin of Emma’s bare shoulder created a soporific effect. She shifted closer to his body and pushed her nose into his armpit, inhaling the clean male scent of him in the big bed. He squirmed and she opened her eyes and sought his face in the darkness. “What?”
“I cracked a rib,” he said. “I hate those guys; always have.”
“Sorry,” Emma whispered and relinquished some of her monkey grip on his torso. She took back the leg which crossed over him, her inner thigh resting over his and then changed her mind and put it back, desperate not to let him completely go. “I missed you,” she said.
She heard him sniff in the darkness and kissed the pectoral muscle nearest her face. “Da. It’s been a long week,” he sighed.
“How
