Beth was curled up against Jim, her head on his chest. She was relaxed and drowsy, but she was fighting going to sleep: he felt too good to want to leave just yet. He stroked her back and she glanced up at him.
“You doing OK there, Beth Harper?” he asked.
“Better than OK. I’m great.”
Those golden eyes gazed at her, warm and soft. “You want me to stay tonight?”
“I want you to stay every night.” Beth ran her fingers over his powerful upper body. “And I don’t mean on the sofa-bed. You never have to stay out there again.”
“Thank Christ for that,” he said. “That thing damn near brought me to my knees in agony.” His eyes flared. “Unlike you, baby, who brought me to my knees for a different reason altogether.”
Her breath caught. He saw her response and slowly, he pulled her up to his mouth.
