Keeping her eyes closed, she stretched, luxuriating in the feel of the sheets against her skin, the heat pressed to her back in the bed, the even breathing on her neck. The lamp on the nightstand was still turned on, and thin slivers of pale light leaked around the corners of the blinds. It was early, and her first impulse was to curl up and go back to sleep. The dream hadn’t come last night, she realized, and the reason was so obvious: she’d been too tired, too safe, too amazingly sated to have energy for anyone else’s problems. A tongue touched her bare shoulder, and she smiled. She was under the sheet, Ty on top. The man put out so much heat that he didn’t need cover, but the air-conditioning that had been kicking on and off all night had sent her scurrying sometime after their second bout of lovemaking. The mattress shifted, the deep breathing moving along her neck. “Wow,” she murmured. “Even the seriously godlike Tyler Gadney has morning breath.”
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