She blinked at a bedside table. Not hers. The arm thrown over her wasn’t hers either. A warm male body was pressed against her back, a face buried in her hair. Steady breath stirred the air against her shoulder and she quivered as memory came whooshing back. Max. Omigod, she had slept with Max! Now what was she going to do? Allegra lay very still. Max was sound asleep and she didn’t want to wake him until she had worked out how she was going to react. Could she pretend that she’d had too much to drink? But she had known exactly what she was doing, and Max knew it. Okay, so she’d be casual. Thank goodness we’ve got that out of our system, now we can move on: that kind of thing. Only being casual wasn’t going to be easy when she’d just had the best sex of her life. Her body was still buzzing pleasantly in the aftermath, and she flushed at the memory of the careening excitement, the heart-shaking pleasure that had left her languid and replete at last.
