Mia felt wrecked on every level. She wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Just the necklace with their wedding rings. The bands dug into her sternum, pressed between her body and the hardness of his where she lay draped over him on the blanket on the floor. She wasn’t entirely sure how they’d gotten here. Maybe his legs had given out. She didn’t really care. She just didn’t want to move from this spot, preferring to soak up the warmth and feel of him, like a cat curled up in a spot of sunshine.
One of Brax’s big, muscled arms was hooked around her shoulders, the other draped comfortably over her a*s. “Did we kill each other?” The rasp of his voice had her long-neglected lady parts waving a checkered flag to start proceedings all over again. Too bad the rest of her muscles were jelly.
“Ma
