He wore only boxers, and as was usually the case when he first awakened, they were tented. Lifting his head, he looked down at himself. He shifted-and found himself cramped from head to toes.on a sofa. “Shit.” Reese dodged the dog’s sloppy fondness while trying to get his bearings. Delighted to have him awake, he barked, turned a quick circle and.licked Reese’s face. His dog, Cash, panted at the sign of life. His hand encountered dense fur, and the expressive brown eyes staring back at him weren’t Alice’s. She sounded so tentative that he smiled as he reached for her and opened his eyes. He turned his face toward her, and he felt her breath. It was insane, but it took very little from her to get him painfully aroused. He heard it but could barely credit that the sound came from him. Very close now, so close the warmth of her touched all over him, she brushed her nose against his jaw, his neck, his ear. Made him ravenous, when he’d never quite experienced anything like that before. She smiled, and that smile did remarkable things to him. Her big brown eyes, so innocent and yet so aware, watched him intently, the way she always watched him. AS SHE CAME TOWARD HIM, Alice’s baby-soft hair hung loose, silky tendrils drifting over her shoulders.
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