You’d think after two orgasms, she’d sleep like lead, but instead she tossed and turned. She knew why. It was hardly a secret. She felt like a fool, letting him get to her with his cave man ways. Her inner bear was hardly a fool. Humiliated she’d let herself get carried away in the heated moment with the brawny beast. She promised herself she’d keep it together. She didn’t need someone like Carter Monroe on her mind. He was a distraction, simply a tiny spec she’d need to dust off her shoulder. Besides, she had more important things to worry about, like how Tara made out the night before. Sydney padded out to the kitchen. Sifting through the cabinet she pulled out her favorite orange honey and started the tea kettle. Digging through her purse, she found her phone and dialed her friend’s number. On the third ring, a breathless Tara answered. “Hello?” “Did I interrupt something?” “Oh, no, we just finished,” she said with a grin. Tara rolled over to look at her lover.
