She lay tangled in the silk sheets, unable to do anything about the silly smile on her lips. True to his word, Devlin hadn’t let her get any sleep the night before. After their first shattering orgasm they’d made love countless times. Talia lost track of the ways he’d taken her. He’d been hard and rough when she needed it and tender when her body had demanded something slower. Every movement had been perfectly attuned to her needs. It was as if he’d known her body even better than she did. Looking around her room, Talia pressed her hands against her burning cheeks as she remembered their sexcapades. They’d made love in the bed, against the wall, before the mirror… She buried her head in the pillows. How was she going to let him go? The chilling thought dampened her pleasure. He’d bargained for one night and received payment in full. There was no reason for him to stay with her any longer. Talia’s heart clenched at the thought. He’d told her after their one night he’d never contact her again.
