There were worse ways, she decided, to start the day than to have someone so decidedly male spooned around your back. “Have you been awake long? You should have wakened me.” She turned to kiss him back. “I was enjoying the scenery. You’re even beautiful when you’re asleep.” He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “How’s your ankle feel this morning?” “My ankle?” All she could feel was the touch of his hand on her face and the rest of his body pressed against her. “The one you twisted yesterday. Or was the ankle just an excuse to hang on to me and get me to carry you into your house?” “Oh, my ankle. Right.” She rotated it under the sheet. “It hardly hurts at all and it doesn’t feel swollen. The ice seems to have worked wonders.” “I’m not sure it was the ice. We shouldn’t discontinue the other treatment until we know for sure what helped. It’s one of the things my mother the doctor taught me.” He brought her closer, his erection against her as he nuzzled her neck.
