She was warm, dressed in soft flannel, and being held by a pair of strong arms. She sniffed, relaxing when she smelled a now familiar, sexy male. She whimpered when he rolled against her and nuzzled her throat. “I want another taste of you so bad. You have no idea what a torture it has been letting you sleep. Eva threatened my life if I didn’t take proper care of you and let you rest.” “Glad you listened to your sister. Can I have some water? And maybe a little space until my mind clears?” Ariel asked. Sighing, Matt raised up over Ariel and reached out to touch the lamp on her side of the bed. The resulting brightness had them both hiding their eyes. “Sorry. I keep meaning to get a lower wattage bulb for the lamp. I never have overnight guests, so I keep forgetting.” Ariel stared up at his chest and let her eyes trail down the front of him. “You have to be lying. Do you torture all your overnight guests this way just to come across as some caring guy?” “Don’t be rude.
