CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

"Sleep here tonight," Ryan croaked.

"Huh?" Abandoning the warmth of his bare chest, Claire glanced up at him. "Sleep here?" Her eyes awoke.

"Yeah." Ryan kissed her hair. "It's getting late and it's raining." Oh? But he could still drive her home, couldn't he? Claire blushed.

"Is that the only reason you want me to sleep here?" she asked, resuming her comfort in his arms, hugged possessively.

How she loved feeling his body so near hers, and his naughty hands toying with her hair smoothly, if not her skin every now and then.

"Maybe I don't want you away tonight." Ryan smiled, lying more comfortable in his king-size bed, his wide back against the pillows. "You can go to work from here."

How convincing! Claire was amused. Well, it was a tempting offer. It was undeniable that she felt different being here in his apartment, his bed, and in his arms. It felt serendipitous.

"I don't have clothes for tomorrow," she said softly. Her index finger was childishly trailing the contours of his sculpt