"You look tired, you should rest," Serena said as she looked at the bed. "The kids took your bed, but you can still sleep on one end. It's big enough."
"And you?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her beautiful face, which seemed focused only on their sleeping arrangements.
"I can sleep on the other side. Let me shift the kids a little closer," she said and was about to move toward the bed, but he pulled her back—her back colliding with the firm, warm torso of a tall man. A pair of long arms wrapped around her as she heard him speak in his deep voice.
"We finally meet after a long wait—god knows how many months—and you're already planning to sleep on the other side of the bed? Are you planning to play ignorant?"
Serena's heart skipped a beat at the suggestive tone in his voice.
They rarely got to meet, but whenever they did, he always reminded her how deeply passionate he was—and made up for all the time they had spent apart.
