The next morning, Regina woke before the men. She suddenly felt nervous and shy around them. She didn’t know what to think, having never had the experience of a morning after before.
She’d been a virgin when she and her former mate had gotten married. Then he died, then she was cast away from the pack...This was all so new... So very new to her.
No sooner had she started easing from beneath the covers than an arm encircled her waist and anchored her to the mattress.
“Where are you going?” Gerald asked, his voice husky.
“To get dressed and start the coffee.” Her voice squeaked.
“Hmmm, not yet. You feel too good to let go of.”
Gerald, still caught in the last vestiges of sleep, was always a little possessive in wanting to hold her. She couldn’t help but wonder if anything had changed
