Not again. What time is it?’ Cassie blinked, suddenly wide awake as fingers of bright sunshine streamed through the blinds into her bedroom. She jerked up and peered at the digital display on her mobile. Damn. Late o’clock. Story of her sorry life. But—oh. Her heart stuttered and jumped, her bones aching after the unusual nocturnal activity. She had a heck of a reason this time. ‘I’m late again.’ ‘No surprises there; tell me something else that’s new.’ Beside her, Jack turned over and slipped an arm round her waist. The sheet barely covered his nakedness and she allowed herself a couple of seconds to just look at him. He had all but worshipped her last night, taken his time to make love to her exactly how she wanted him to. Hot, wild and glorious memories tripped through her brain—a perfect night of fun, laughter and intimacy. Then, the last time, he’d lain opposite her, stroking her so softly, staring into her eyes, and the orgasm had taken her to a place she hadn’t known existed.
