He’d been asleep—far more deeply than he ever slept under normal circumstances, although he had remembered to set the alarm so he wouldn’t be late for his breakfast with Victoria. He jerked awake a few hours later, a few minutes before the alarm was set to go off. His heart was pounding, and his skin had broken out in a cold sweat. He was absolutely terrified. Nathan had woken up like that more times than he could count for the last two years, his unconscious mind working itself into a panic over Elizabeth while he should have been sleeping. But he wasn’t thinking about Elizabeth right now. He wasn’t afraid for her. It was Lynn. And how he was starting to feel about her. She was sprawled halfway on top of him at the moment, completely naked and still asleep. Her cheek was resting on his chest, her soft breasts pressed tightly against his belly, her messy hair spilling over his skin, and one of her arms wrapped around his middle. Her weight, her heat, her presence imprisoned him.
