When Winnie finished her shower and returned, the bedroom was dimly lit. She walked over to Van's side of the bed, crouched down, and rested her hands on her knees, gazing at him in the faint glow. His features were striking, his profile deeply defined.

Without warning, Van's eyes opened. He grabbed her arm and, in one swift motion, pulled her up and into his embrace.

A soft moan escaped Winnie's lips. The thin silk of her nightwear offered little barrier, and she could feel the ...