Chapter 42. Missing

Summer’s POV

I woke to the sensation of warm lips trailing along my shoulder blade. Early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across Alexander’s massive bed. His strong arm was wrapped possessively around my waist, holding me against his hard chest.

“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his voice deliciously rough with sleep.

Memories of last night flooded back—his hands exploring every inch of my body, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that matched my own. I felt my cheeks warm as I remembered how I’d surrendered to him completely, how I’d called out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

I turned in his arms to face him, taking in his tousled dark hair and those piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. A slight