The next morning, I woke up feeling amazing, cocooned in warmth. Kelton’s solid, comforting body was pressed against mine, and I didn’t want to move. But the call of the bathroom was insistent. Reluctantly, I slipped away, careful not to disturb him.
When I climbed back into bed, he was still out cold. Not surprising, really—the man had put in a lot of work last night.
Goddess, we’re lucky, Maya purred, stretching lazily in my mind.
Absolutely, I agreed, a smile tugging at my lips.
I resisted the urge to run my fingers through his messy hair—barely. Resisting the temptation to let my hand trail down his chest and over his abs? That was much harder. The man was so damn tempting.
“Are you going to stare at me all morning, my love, or did you have something to say?”
His voice was deep a
