CHAPTER SIX
Roz woke up.
Moonlight splashed into the room through the window like bright silver-gray mist and she easily could see him lying on the bed. He lay on his back, sprawled, his head turned from her. Her eyes ran greedily over him, taking in his bare chest, two distinct but not huge halves, with hair in the middle and tufting around his little n*****s, which were paler than hers... the angularly muscled strength of those arms she remembered were strong and masculinely possessive... the virile musculature of his thighs, even relaxed in sleep, covered all over with slightly curling hairs... the slim hips, their bones clearly showing as he lay on his back, so that a cord could have been stretched from one hip bone to the other without touching his hair-decorated stomach...
But it
