Desiring an Angel
Missing Link 3
Chapter One
Ashton
For once, I woke before Rhett, and I soaked in the pleasure of watching him in a state of slumber, the only place vulnerability owned his mind.
His dark hair stuck up from my running my fingers through it while he’d loved on me the night before. No furrow lined the skin between his thick eyebrows. His lips parted, slack and peaceful in slumber where he rested his cheek on navy satin sheets.
I wondered if he dreamed, and if so, what images filled his mind as the sunrise began to bathe the beach outside our bedroom window.
Once his eyes opened, that brain of his would fire on all cylinders, going through his plans for the day even though Saturday lay before us.
My favorite day.
No work, just hours spent with my lover in the peacefu
