The sun shone through the windows early the next morning, waking Carly from a sound sleep. She lay on her side and stared out the windows at the first rays of light. A smile tugged at her lips when she saw the flock of paper birds stretch their wings and wiggle their tails. They had made a point of nesting on the balcony outside of the bedroom.
She lifted her hand to run it down Drago’s arm. The coarse hair on his arms felt good against her palm. She laid her hand over the one he had wrapped around her waist.
A shiver ran through her when she felt his hot lips against her bare shoulder. She had given up trying to wear any clothes to bed. He always took them off of her – or she did – before their heads hit the pillows. From being a girl who was a little self-conscious about her body, she
