Chapter 8

Melody opened her eyes slowly. She stretched her body noting soreness in her previously under-used muscles. Hurts so good. She smiled lazily, looking over to the large male breathing evenly in blissful sleep right next to her.

Niko’s hair fell over his forehead, the hard lines of his face relaxed in slumber. The sheet hung low on his hips and she ached to tug it down lower. To see him in all his masculine nudity before her hungry eyes. She hadn’t gotten to taste him last night, that would be her one and only regret.

He breathed deep and the muscles along his tight abdomen rippled with the movement. Whoa. That was definitely a sight she could get used to, she sighed.

She supposed she’d just have to live with the single encounter. It’s not like they’d made any promises to each other. Hell, they hardly talked. Yes. You talked the language of love, her Coyote insisted.