Before opening her eyes, she stretched like a cat, satisfied and sated. She still ached. She suspected she would ache for a long time to come, but other feelings overwhelmed the discomfort: a lovely warm, contented feeling deep in the nub of her that drifted through her whole being. Lauren heard the pounding of rain against the roof. The fury was gone now. Instead, the rhythm was steady, comforting. The very sound was soporific. She looked up lazily. Socrates was scraping his paw across her, grinning at her quite happily. There was a sly look about him, as if he had arranged everything himself. She was suddenly conscious of her nakedness. It was strange she felt so comfortable with it. There was a wonderful sensuousness about lying on a floor of old hay, the fresh scent of rain-washed air mixing with the musk of bodies. Her head was cradled in Adrian’s arms, and her hand moved to touch his slightly damp chest. She moved her head so she could watch him sleep. Pleasure surged through her at his nearness, and she wondered at the Tightness she always felt with him, a Tightness in her heart if not her mind.
