Grrrang! Grrrong! Evangeline snuggled into her pillow and ignored the noise. Bang, bang, bang! She lifted her head, looked around, patted the blankets, and blinked. Where was the glassy blue sea? The moonlight? Her lover? The patterned ceiling above her bed looked nothing like the moonglow that had steeped her in fantasy. And that racket! She squinted at the time on her wristwatch—except she hadn’t brought a watch with her. This trip had been about discovery and dreams, and a watch had no place in them. Sunlight pierced through her balcony doors and ushered in morning-after reality. Moisture coated her thighs. Her pussy throbbed with a longing beat for the muscle that had rubbed so slickly, so expertly, against it. Her tongue, laced with the taste of mint, confirmed her still sleepy wanderings. She’d been orally ravished by a man skilled in lovemaking. The salute of Liam Rossi’s kisses lingered on her lips. He kissed as wonderfully there as he did everywhere else. She sighed. Satisfaction weighted her eyelids, and her cheeks reddened with each explicit memory her mind summoned.
