Sastra slept in her undergarments, and a shirt borrowed from Jason. With the warmth of the day slow to fade, the nearby fire and the heat from their bodies trapped beneath the blanket she was more than warm enough. Languid, she stretched out in the morning, watching as he moved around the campsite shirtless. The gentle touch of morning light lit the hard lines of his body perfectly. Had she ever imagined a man could be so gorgeous? She sat up, blankets wrapped around her waist as she flushed, unable to stop smiling at the memory of the night before, and unable to stop blushing either.
There hadn’t been a lot of sleep, not after he’d made slow and languid love to her beside the fireplace. Not when he’d stirred again in the hours of darkness before dawn and left her toes curling as waves o
