Movement woke her. The arms around her were gone. Krissi rolled over and watched as Ruger disappeared into the bathroom. Grabbing his pillow, she pulled it close, hugging it to her chest while she waited for him to come out. She could get up, but her clothes were still in the living room. The shower turned on, and she closed her eyes, listening until the water turned off again. Krissi lay in the bed, watching the bathroom door when it opened, and a puff of steam escaped with Ruger close behind. He was naked and rubbing a towel through his hair, water droplets scattered on his upper body. Desire raced through her body and heat pooled between her legs, making the dull ache turn to a throb, reminding her she’d had more s*x in the last twelve hours than in the last six months.
“You’re awake.”
