13Seetha woke in the palest of light to the smell of aftershave and sleep heated man. She was bracketed with warm muscles and held to the mattress by a massive arm thrown over her.
The last thing she remembered was sitting on the couch and staring off into space. Shock had ruled…and ruined her sexy buzz.
Some time after she’d fallen asleep, King must have carried her to bed. Their old bed—she recalled now—except the mattress felt new. He must have replaced it.
Feeling the front of herself, she found her dress still in place and let out the breath she’d been holding. Her relieved sigh must have served as an alarm clock because the sleeping giant stirred beside her. King reached down and ran a hand up her thigh to the edge of her dress. She froze, afraid to move.
“Good morning,” she whis
