SOMETHING WAS ON TOP of her. Something warm and smelling like spicy musk. No, not something.
Someone.
Her eyes flew open. Kurt, his weight pinning her to the bed, gazed down at her with golden-brown eyes, glittering with yearning.
She gaped at him, her mind struggling to process what was happening. What? His chest was bare and warm, so warm... almost hot against her blouse. The curls on his head were damp and wet. He smelt fresh and spicy. Like he’d just taken a bath... And he looked like his old, gorgeous self. Not the ill, vulnerable man from yesterday...
Oh goodness. It was morning! Sunlight flooded the spacious room. Oh no. Oh no. She’d slept here the whole night!
He kissed her mute lips again and again. “I want you, Farida.”
She dodged the third kiss. It alighted on her left che
