CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lying in bed the next morning, Niko watched Isabel sleep. She curled against him, her legs wrapped around his. He needed to untangle himself so he could get out of bed, but he didn’t want to wake her.
If Isabel woke, she would want to know where he was going. Niko had no idea. He only knew he wanted—needed—to get away. He enjoyed being with her, but he needed time to think.
He pulled one of his legs out from under hers.
Last night had been more than he could have hoped for or imagined. Isabel’s curiosity and eagerness had surprised him and fueled his desire to make their wedding night perfect. He’d been powerless to resist her. She’d left him satisfied, spent, and wanting more.
So much more.
Wind blew into the room from an open balcony door.
He had been in such a h
