Cahir woke to morning light filtering through heavy curtains.
He opened his eyes slowly, his head pounding. Memories trickled back in fragments.
But some things were clear.
That soul-deep pleasure. The way their bodies fit together perfectly. He'd never experienced anything like it. Every inch of his skin had burned. Every breath carried a sweet tremor. It was so real that he could still feel the warmth of that soft body beneath him.
Cahir lifted his arm over his eyes and inhaled deeply.
The space beside him was cold. Only the rumpled sheets proved someone had been there.
"Damn it," he muttered, rubbing his temples.
Had he blacked out from drinking? Impossible. His tolerance was legendary. Even the strongest liquor rarely hit him this hard.
A knock interrupted his
