Elliott lay beside her in his full-size bed in his room as a youth and in high school. He had gotten up during the night to put more wood on the fire and between the fireplace warmth and the heat from their exerting bodies they were plenty warm throughout the night. He turned his head to the side and studied Sam's face.
Her long eyelashes lay on her alabaster cheeks as she slept. She was curled against him with one leg thrown over his groin. Her heat alone made him hard for her again. He couldn't seem to get enough of her. She had become an intimate part of him, an extension, of sorts.
Elliott reached out a hand and ran his fingertip across her cheek. She wiggled her nose, then moved her hand toward her face, but she didn't wake up. He ran his finger to the tip of her nose and she grabbe
