Chapter 20

And the skin covering the muscles she could see shaping his body wore a sheen that made her think of suntan oil, though she knew the effect was due to his own natural oils conditioning his skin while he slept.

Her husband, she thought, trying the title out to see how it felt, and still finding the concept as alien to her as having the two of them lying here together in this bed.

"Grey," a deep, dark, slumberously warm voice murmured.

Charley started, her eyes leaping up to his face. He was awake. She tensed, her fingers gripping the duvet. She would have dived right out of bed if she weren’t aware that she was wearing the sheerest leaf green bra ever fashioned and matching panties that made a mockery of the name.

"Sexy soft smoky gray—no, don’t move away," he said when she went to do just that, and with a lithe shift of his body, he rolled onto his side and propped his head on the heel of his hand so he could look down into her wary face and the scented fire flow of her hair where it