Chapter Twenty-OneJack
I woke nuzzled up against Bill like we were two spoons in a drawer—he was a soup spoon and I was a baby spoon. His large arms around me, our legs entwined. Our body heat made me sweat and I had to push off the comforter.
Bill stirred, and his rumbling voice purred in my ear. “I've dreamt of this moment all my adult life,” he said.
“Waking up with a sweaty, very satiated woman in bed with you?”
“Exactly.” He kissed the top of my head. He moved slightly, and I could feel he was raring to go again. Holy cow.
His large hand roamed the contours of my topography, and that, I was certain helped make him more than ready. I was sore, but something about being in bed with him had me in heat. I'm like a female cat.
“Shower with me?” he offered, and tried to sell it with a
