Were that not disconcerting enough to a woman who didn’t recall going to bed—much less inviting someone to join her—the big hand attached to the male presently cradled her breast in the softest of embraces. However, the same could not be said for the hard ridge of arousal pressed intimately to her backside. Common sense told Lou she should be alarmed, even frightened. She should try to slip from this bed without waking Sam, and put as much distance between them in this tiny room as possible. Unfortunately, she had the most overwhelming urge to, well, for lack of a better term…wiggle. Closer to him. A warm sensation of desire had started deep within her and instinctively she knew Sam was the only man who had the ability to assuage it, if that was even the right word. Were there words for this? It seemed improbable. A few blurry memories filtered back to Lou. Sam joining her for dinner, accompanying her to the bar, his firm but reassuring hand at her back. Sam laughing with her, his face relaxed, his usual tension replaced with an easy grin designed to set her pulse aflutter.
