No, not lazy, he realized at once. Peaceful. Relaxed. Something he hadn’t felt since he’d left his mountain home, or maybe even before that. For the first time in too long he came awake without wondering if his enemy was close at hand, or if a new trap had been set for him. Snugged against his chest, Amanda breathed out a long sigh of sleep, one arm resting along his ribs, her injured leg thrown over his hips so that he could still feel the slick heat between her thighs. He had a moment of guilt that he’d been so rough with her, that he’d forgotten about her leg in the urgency of taking her over and over again. Hell, just the thought of what they’d done had him hardening with need once more. He moved slightly, trying not to wake her, succeeding only in increasing the pressure of her full breasts against his chest. He stifled a groan as her lovely nipples grew to stiff peaks with the contact, and his shaft responded ever more eagerly, brushing against the soft skin of her thigh.
