Delilah tied the sash of her robe and glanced at the early morning sunlight spilling through the curtains.
The soft rustle of sheets behind her told her Marco was still sound asleep. She cast a quick look at the bed, his bare chest rising and falling in steady rhythm.
A small smile tugged at her lips as she slipped out of the bedroom.
She had freshened up quickly and was now padding down the hall toward the library.
The faint scent of him clung to her skin, mingling with the memories of last night. A flush crept up her neck as she opened the library door.
Stepping inside, she was immediately struck by the disarray.
Marco's white shirt was draped over the back of a chair, her nightgown tangled on the floor, along with his trousers and belt.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she be
