They’d slept for a while. It was early afternoon now. And he was starving. “Kara.” She didn’t stir. He watched her sleep, as he’d done earlier. Why was he so fascinated with this woman? She was gorgeous. He loved her lean, toned body, her endlessly long legs. The flawless curve of her ass. Her pale, smooth skin. He loved her long, silky hair, how the light made it look like it was woven with gold and bronze. Jesus, he was a poet suddenly. What the hell was up with him? He ran a hand over his beard stubble, thinking. Or trying not to think, maybe. He needed to shut his brain down and enjoy her being there. In his house. In his bed. It was Saturday. Maybe he could keep her there all weekend. Fuck her again. Spank her . . . maybe more. His cock rose, but he was too hungry to give in to it. Food first. Then sex. If she was up for it. He’d make sure she was. “Kara, hey.” He touched her cheek, and her lids fluttered, then closed. “Time to wake up.” “Hmm, what?” She looked up at him, her hazel eyes still half-lidded.
