Chapter Forty-Eight
Letty Trentham did read to him, sitting cross-legged on the bed, but only four pages. She closed the book and glanced at him, with the same shy diffidence she’d shown in the doorway.
They held each other’s gaze for a long moment, and then Icarus reached out and drew her close enough to kiss. Her lips were warm and soft and perfect.
Icarus gave a deep sigh of pleasure, and drew her even closer. He’d missed this: kissing Letty Trentham.
Later, he kissed his way up her inner thighs and brought her to a shuddering climax, and after that, Letty returned the favor. It seemed hypocritical to refuse consent when she’d done it before.
They fell asleep in the warm, cozy, rumpled bed, holding each other. For the sixth night in a row, Icarus had no nightmares, and for the sixt
