Natalie Vaughn was awakened by hunger.
The midnight snack at 1:30 AM last night was thoroughly consumed during their lover's exercise.
The weather was nice, with light streaming through the window onto the bed. It was supposed to be a very lively day, but Natalie felt like the light made her lose track of time.
The hand on her waist was heavy. Natalie instinctively tried to pry it off, but just a slight movement made her frown in pain.
Damn it!
Zane Thorne was simply outrageous.
With just a soft cry of pain, the man behind her woke up. His hand instinctively held Natalie even tighter.
"Go back to sleep."
The voice was husky, carrying a lazy satisfaction.
Natalie's ears turned red just hearing Zane's voice like this. Everything that happened late last night began replaying in her mind.
