Chapter Eight
Orla woke in her bed, feeling the warmth of Lorcan’s body seeping through her skin. All six-foot-one of him wrapped around her body like a blanket. She loved the way their bodies fit together. She shifted and kissed his sleepy face.
“Lorcan.”
“Hummm . . .”
“Darling. Sleepyhead. Don’t you have to go to work today?”
“Humm . . .”
She rubbed her face against his chest, traced her hand along the lean line of his body, and found one part of him awake. She chuckled, kissed him again, and rolled on top of him. He shifted underneath her so that she could straddle him comfortably. His hands grabbed at her hips. His fingers started tracing her sensitized skin. He knew where she liked his hands and how much pressure she wanted. He knew every curve, dip, and tone of her body. She gr
