Erin drifted slowly from a lovely languorous sleep, a deep sense of well- being seeping into her consciousness, her body uncurling and stretching, revelling in feeling good. She lifted her arms up over her head, arched her back and opened her eyes.
Shock slammed into her heart.
Peter Ramsey was standing at the end of the bed, watching her, a satisfied little smile lurking on his lips, his hair wet, slicked back, his blue eyes taking their fill of her, his magnificent body unashamedly naked except for a white towel slung over one shoulder.
He was definitely real.
And she was in his bed, his apartment at Bondi Beach .
Memories of all they’d done together last night flooded through Erin’s mind.
Her vaginal muscles instantly squinched, recalling the incredible pleasure of one amazing cli
