Dawn was still hours away, but a question had nagged her in her dreams, making sleep difficult. She rolled over to study him in the faint light. Looking over his handsome features both eased her disquiet and made it worse. She ran her hand over his chest, savoring hard muscle and crisp hair. He’d barely given her time to explore his body all night. Now, she enjoyed the freedom to simply gaze and touch. She stroked his torso, her fingers dipping and rising over muscle ridges that hadn’t relaxed in his sleep. The sheet covered his hips so she nudged it down to trace her fingers over the thick cord of muscle above his hip. She loved that particular muscle on men—it was just so sexy and male. “What time is it?” he murmured. She glanced up. His eyes were still closed. She smiled and continued her exploration. “No idea, but early. Probably still a few hours to dawn. Sorry to wake you.” “Not complaining.” She pushed the sheet down his thighs, then stroked her fingers over his erection, savoring the contrasting hardness and silky texture.
