Once they entered the guesthouse, Dylan showed Heaven the bedroom. She walked over to the large picture windows facing the ocean. A gorgeous view of moonlit waves rolled to the shore below.
Her eyes drifted to the king-sized bed. Images from earlier played in her mind. The ones of Dylan stretched across it. Relaxed. Smiling. The thin white sheet…
Her pulse quickened.
“Is there anything else you need?”
“No.” She gazed at the doorway, half expecting to see him n***d. More like hoping. His body blocked most of the view to the other rooms, and he still had on his jeans and t-shirt.
Damn.
Was he ready to call it a night? The thought of him leaving caused an empty feeling in her stomach. She wanted him close. It was as if she needed to be around him. Whenever they parted ways, a nameless a
