Dalton woke up with a numb arm and a beautiful woman beside him. He lay in the middle of his bed and, somehow, one of them had managed to cover them with a light blanket. Wonderful memories of last night clouded his mind. He smiled. The best sex he'd ever had and something he'd never forget. Elyse was a very passionate woman and knew what she wanted, when she wanted it. And how she wanted it. Not like any other woman I've ever been with, that's for sure.
He studied her porcelain complexion while she slept, her gentle breathing the only sound in the room. She had a perfectly shaped nose and eyebrows, long eyelashes, and a square jawline. He ran a finger across her cheek to rouse her.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." He kissed her soft cheek.
"Morning," she murmured as she turned away from him and started to get up from the bed.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down for a kiss. "We have to talk."
She hesitated. "Okay. What do you want to talk about?"
"Us."