She knew their closeness at the cabin had been a mistake but she hadn’t thought Cole would regret it so soon. At least he’d been honest with her about his motivation in making love to her. It was lust. Pure lust. He didn’t want attachments of any kind while his memories of Morning Mist were still vivid in his mind. Dawn had no intention of complicating either Cole’s life or her own by clinging to a man who didn’t want her. Nor was she going to allow him to arrange her life. Still recalling all those emotions and feelings that Cole’s loving had inspired in her, Dawn undressed and crawled into bed. Sleep was hard-won but it finally came. Cole wasn’t so lucky. As he tossed and turned in his lonely bed, his thoughts were consumed with Dawn. He pictured her naked in his arms, her hair, thick and black as the darkest midnight, creating tongues of fire against his skin. He had expected a woman knowledgeable in the art of sex and found a virgin. He wanted her again. Now. But he couldn’t take the chance of impregnating her.
