~ Diane ~
They must have dozed off, due to the fact she woke with a start, adrenalin flooding her veins. But Tryson used to be nonetheless there, his weight nevertheless pinning her to the furs. And she was… she was wonderful.
She let one hand play throughout the again of his vast shoulders, following the peaks and valleys of muscle and bone, tracing the exquisite dip that followed his backbone and praising some thing creator had made him. Whatever else these guys had done, they'd executed something proper with him. He was a work of art.
Tryson sucked in a deep breath and raised his head, his eyes bleary. "Oh, gosh, Diane , are you okay?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep as he pushed himself up onto one elbow. "I didn't suggest to crush you."
"You didn't," she whispered, running h
