He never watched a woman sleeping before.
It felt oddly intrusive and improper. Like he was looking at something he shouldn't.
Lucas mocked himself suddenly and shook his head. The hell with being improper. Since when did he do things in the proper way?
"Morning has not yet come and here I am starting to lose myself in you." He whispered. "What the hell are you?"
The woman didn't move even an inch. Nor showed any signs she heard him.
Lucas risked touching her.
Her cheek was soft against his callous fingers. Gently, he reminded himself, afraid to scratch her blushed skin. Pointy nose. Parted chapped lips. She looked so tiny that if he ever shouted at her he knew that she would meltdown. He bet Sophia Beaumont never learned things the hard way. She must be the type of woman who sees br
