The sunlight didn’t just wake me up — it spilled across the bed in gold and warmth, illuminating the mess Shane and I had made of each other last night.

The sheets clung to my skin, wrinkled and scented with sweat, sex, and his cologne. My thighs still ached deliciously, and my lips curved into a lazy, satisfied smile as I blinked awake.

Shane was already awake, sitting against the headboard, his bare chest a perfect canvas of muscle and temptation,his hand lazily combing through my hair ...