The sun was slanting through the window blinds, casting long slices of lemony light across the room. She lay on her back, diagonally across the bed, one arm flung sideways, the way Zack always slept, and one leg draped across Mike’s thigh. His powerfully muscled thigh, strong enough to bear her weight while he screwed her against the wall. Holy Sex Marathon. After Mike had broken through his hesitation, they’d made love over and over again. She’d brought only two condoms, so for the “third inning” he’d taken a break and unpacked several boxes to locate his condom stash. After that, nothing held them back from their all-nighter. Sexual satisfaction hummed through her body, along with a slight ache in her private area, which hadn’t had much to crow about lately. She extracted her leg from Mike’s thigh and leaned over the bulk of his shoulder to peer at his face. Slack-jawed and deeply asleep, he looked like an innocent choirboy with those black curls tumbling over his forehead.
