As conscious thought leaked back into Chris’ brain, he felt a warm presence beside him. Elizabeth. The memory of what they’d done last night flooded his mind, and all he could think about was doing it again.
Opening his eyes, he found her sprawled out on her stomach, arms over her head, legs stretched apart. The sheet was tangled around her waist and legs, leaving her upper body uncovered. The sunlight was streaming in through the large window across the room, playing on her skin. It was breathtaking.
Before he could second-guess his actions, he slid down the bed halfway so that his mouth was in line with the small of her back.
He hadn’t been exaggerating last night when he’d told Elizabeth that her body was what dreams were made of. She was no stick figure model. She had curves in all
