She wasn’t sure. He was heavy. Not that it mattered. There was no way she could move, even if she’d wanted to. “Sorry. I must be crushing you.” The only sound she could manage was a purr. Male satisfaction vibrated through her with his chuckle. “Meggy?” She opened her eyes, and though he wore a sated smile, concern softened his eyes. “Am I too heavy for you?” “Not too heavy.” She gave a contented sigh. “You make a nice blanket.” His eyes sparkled with humor, and he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She felt a twinge of regret when he disengaged their still-joined bodies. He grabbed the corner of the quilt to flick it over her nude body. For the first time, she was aware of the chilliness of the air, and she shivered. Neither of them had noticed the coolness of the apartment when they’d arrived. Need had its own temperature, and it was hot. Naked, he rose and disappeared inside the tiny bathroom. When he emerged several moments later, she watched him move to the fireplace to flip a switch.
