Darby “How’d you sleep, beautiful?”Ian nuzzles the back of my neck, his warm breath tickling as he inhales and exhales repeatedly, taking in my scent. He’s spooned up behind me, cranking out the BTUs with that magnificent were metabolism of his. My neck is pillowed on his bicep, but his other hand is freely roaming my body and doing delightful things.I stretch languorously and against me, Ian growls, inhaling deeply and this time holding it. His fingers cup my mound, easing between my thighs as open my eyes. “Wonderfully.”It was midmorning when Ian carried me up here after we looked at my jeep, now long shadows creep along the walls and floors, and the last sliver of Arianrhod’s crescent smile is high at the top of the window. “How l
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