Arrick slides down from his position behind me on the couch and slumps on the floor, using it as a back rest as I flop sideways and stretch out on the full length of the sofa. Feeling his head and hair nearby and pushing my fingers into the spiky hair on top. He leans into my hand and sighs heavily, equally worn out and breathless. My heart is pounding from exertion, and every single part of my skin and inner body is tingling. Neither of us has a stitch of clothing, yet my body heat is ...