Bradley kissed Carissa's forehead and eased his fingers from inside of her. "You okay?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Good." He dropped another kiss to her forehead, then climbed off the couch. "Don't move."

She watched through heavy eyelids as he walked into the kitchen. Goddamn, he had such a fine ass. His whole body was a work of art, and for some reason she still didn't understand, he was all hers.

Bradley returned with a warm, wet cloth and proceeded ...