Probably just his eyes, he decided, for nothing else seemed to be working right, either, in the wake of the most powerful orgasm he could remember. His brain was fuzzy and his muscles were limp, too.Not that he was feeling concern about any of it. Everything had worked just fine when it counted. A little loss of vision or muscle control afterwards was a small price to pay.He followed another flash streaking across the sky and then turned his head to see if Olivia might have seen this one or if he really was imagining things.Her eyes were closed. Her long dark lashes lay against the curve of her cheeks, shadowed in the soft moonlight. Her breathing was even—more than he could say for his, he admitted—but she looked every bit as bonelessly relaxed as he felt.Any minute now she would open those glorious hazel eyes—and then no doubt she’d open her outrageously kissable mouth and start making demands.An annuity, for the love of God.He’d believed that only a woman who was very experienced—and very disillusioned with her previous lovers—would even have thought of such a thing.
