A hot, masculine blanket wrapped around her—Justin—his hand fastened to her breast. She damn near sighed at the reality of it. They’d never made it out of her bed the first day—not for long, anyway. Other than a break to shower—together—and to raid her kitchen for food, they’d retreated to her bed and sprawled naked, talking and making love for hours. She half-thought it would end after that single day, but after eight nights together, she thrilled to wake in his arms. A curious sensation fluttered in her chest. Careful, she eased onto her back. Justin shifted next to her, his hand gliding down to rest against her stomach. His eyes still closed, she could indulge her desire to study him. It had been such a fantastic week: they’d completed refinishing all the walls in the kitchen, and the raw wood gave it a brighter, more airy appearance. He turned out to be an amazing teacher, showing her how to resurface the cabinets, and they’d already picked out her chosen bedroom to start on next.
