With nothing but the faint silver light spilling through the windows Skyler looked liked a warrior of old. With his wide chest, thick, strong thighs and muscled arms she was sure she could look at him and touch him forever. He’d come into her life so suddenly, filling an aching void she hadn’t been aware of. The Fates and Saints were being kind to her for once. If only she could get him to talk more. Granted with their sex being off the charts fantastic she could understand his perpetual hard-on. But sooner or later she wanted to snuggle in his arms and talk about their lives and the things they did each day. Hear about the things that made him laugh at work or those that caused him to lose his temper. Shit, she still didn’t know what the man did for a living. Was it possible he was hiding some dark secret from her? Dismissing the thought almost before it formed, Kasey looked over at his long lean form and sighed in appreciation. Gently she reached out a tentative hand to trace the line of his taut stomach and marveled at how well his body was made.
