Adam had deposited her there while he went to speak with Gavin about a mission or something. She didn’t know or care, she was too blissed out from last night. She shifted slightly in her hard, plastic molded chair, still a bit sore. Adam had amazed her. She’d never had a lover with as much stamina, but it was more than that. He’d seemed to know exactly how to touch her, how much pressure to use, when to back off, and when to go full throttle. He’d been singularly focused on her pleasure, and she’d never climaxed so frequently in a lovemaking session. And it was still more than the sublime pleasure. There’d been a connection. The thing between them was growing, evolving into more than mere sexual attraction. At that thought, a sigh escaped her. “What?” Chase turned his head, finally awake, though she’d been at his bedside for at least fifteen minutes. “Nothing.” “Don’t give me ‘nothing’, you’ve been moaning and sighing over there since you arrived. Damn hard to sleep,”
