After Levi had screwed all coherent thought out of her head, she’d fallen asleep in his arms. That had been one way out of an awkward situation. Maybe it was the phone that had woken her up? Ashley turned her head, not quite ready to rejoin the real world, but the other pillow was empty. She was still processing Levi’s absence when the man himself padded out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Guess that answered the question of where he’d gone, since his hair was wet. And then, hooboy, she tore her eyes away from the towel and got a good look at the rest of him. He was hot. The towel dipped lower over his hips, leaving his broad chest on full display, and the water droplets sliding down his skin were an invitation to touch. Weren’t they? Because her fingers were reaching for him, itching to touch the body she’d explored last night, and she was once again turned on by Levi—deliciously, wonderfully, achingly turned on—even though she’d supposedly had her fill of him.
