Her body, covered with sweat, began to cool. She sat up and tried to undo the restraints on her thighs. The excitement was gone, the letdown beginning. She’d never liked the awkward after-sex period. At the lodge, there hadn’t been any “after sex”—they hadn’t stopped until he tucked her into her Jeep just before sunrise.But this time she’d have to suffer through the postsex stuff. Trying to conduct small talk, realizing you’d bedded someone you didn’t know that well.It had been great sex. Really. Her insides still quivered, but…“Let’s get you loose,” he said. He unfastened the leg cuffs, and his powerful hands massaged the muscles around her hips as he straightened her legs. A second later, he straddled her and dug those strong fingers into her aching shoulder joints. She yelped as pain zipped through her, then eased, disappearing entirely.She stared up at him, watching him concentrate. When he stopped, her shoulders hummed with warmth.“Better?” His eyes met hers, shadowy in the moonlight yet still a punch to the system.Odd how she didn’t feel nearly as alone, as distant, as she usually did after sex.
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