The ice storm was over, its menacing clouds gone. The morning sky looked as if it were on fire, the horizon ablaze in orange and yellow—a subtle reminder of the midnight oil he’d burned with Kayla. Part of him felt guilty about ever stepping foot inside her suite—it wasn’t like him to fraternize with their guests. But how could he when she’d been so easy to please, and so willing to give all he could take? And he’d taken plenty… He bit back a moan at the memory of her naked body on top of his, blue eyes lit with desire, hair swaying with the rhythm of their hips and skin aglow in the moonlight. Brent had wanted to savor the experience, prolong it, but the urge to devour her was simply too great. And because it’d been forever since he’d been with anyone, he hadn’t been able to hold back for long. In fact, it’d been no surprise to him that when Kayla reached her climax, she’d pulled him right along with her. They had lain beside each other afterward for several minutes in silence, waiting for their heart rates to slow once more.
