He didn’t know what woke him as he blinked in the early morning light, with Tessa draped across him. Her legs were entwined with his, and her head was on his shoulder as if he were her pillow. Her arm was tossed over him.
He could feel himself stir again as he thought about the s*x, which had gone beyond anything he’d expected. The way he’d touched her, the way she’d responded to him, the way he hadn’t been able to get enough of her…
He heard the buzz of his phone and jerked up a bit, Tessa stirring.
“Didn’t mean to wake you,” was all he said as he gently freed himself from the sexy woman draped over him. He reached for his jeans on the floor, tossed in with Tessa’s clothes, and pulled out his cell phone to see Marcus’s number on the screen.
“You’re calling rather early,” Owen said.
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