When William’s eyes opened the first impression he had was of warmth, and it was not because of the summer sunshine. It was the enfolding warmth and the exact rightness he felt as he held his darling fair-haired girl in his arms. He had all the money and resources a man could dream of within his grasp but he’d never known the simple pleasure of waking up with a woman in his bed, or anywhere else for that matter. Allie smelled of the lavender sea salts she had bathed in the night before and the fresh ironed linens on the bed, and her own dewy fresh scent. Her intoxicating smell along with the satiny perfection of her skin combined with her beautiful face and tender heart drew him to her like a magnet. “G’morning darling girl.” He murmured and the softness of his tone was unfamiliar to him but it felt so good and right and somehow it eased an ancient ache hidden deep inside him. “Mmm, hey handsome. Good morning to you,” she said, her eyes taking in his face as soon as they fluttered open.
