Chapter Seven
Artemis was asleep in his bed. Her hair lay in dark coils across the pillowcase. Adam gazed at her, letting his eyes dwell on the elegant bones of her face, the fullness of her lips, the delicately indented chin.
A pulse beat in the hollow of her throat, and one hand lay on the sheet, palm up, the fingers curled loosely. The fragility of those slender fingers, the vulnerability of that beating pulse, made his heart ache.
Adam reached out to lightly stroke her arm. At his touch her eyes opened, dark and mysterious.
For long seconds they stared at each other, and then her lips curved in a slow smile. She stretched, cat-like, and pushed aside the sheet. In the darkened bedroom her body was silken and shadowy. He saw the soft roundness of breasts, the slender flare of hips, t
