Her body stretched like a contented cat after a noontime nap. Crystal fascinated him. He was sure she viewed their night together as a onetime thing, but Trent had other plans. He wasn’t ready for her to walk off into the sunset just yet. Her body seemed to respond to him as no other woman’s had. He knew Mac felt the same way. He’d said as much before he’d left earlier that morning. Somehow, Trent needed to make Crystal see that this was more than just a single night of fun. She moved her hand over her face and shifted on the bed. Trent’s breathing increased in anticipation of her waking and remembering just how she’d spent her night. When he touched her forehead, Crystal’s gaze flew open and landed on him. Awareness showed in their depths and she sighed heavily. He fully expected her to leap out of bed and run from the room. There was something very innocent about Crystal, almost as if she’d lived in a convent her entire life. “Hi,” Crystal said, her smile slowly appearing.
