Mark glanced at the bedside clock and let out a low grunt. Just after five in the morning, and already the soft glow of early light was spilling through the slats in the blinds. Morning had arrived far too soon, especially after the kind of night he’d had—restless, raw, and charged with unspent desire.
He sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his tousled hair. When he’d insisted on sharing a bed with Jessica during this trip, the idea felt simple—intimate but innocent. But last night, he hadn’t dared tempt fate. The tension between them had grown too taut, and he was rapidly losing the strength to resist it.
Despite how much he’d wanted to lie beside her, to feel her body heat pressed against his, Mark had chosen caution over craving. They needed to talk—truly talk—before cr
