Chapter 50. Sleeping with Weston

Suddenly Isabella felt a warm hand on her abdomen where the camisole had ridden up. She stirred, but again went back to sleep. The hand pulled her close to a warm, bare, and hard chest. Isabella turned towards it and snuggled into it. Bliss! A strange wetness on her neck and throat made her eyes open her sleepy eyes. Where was she? It felt heavenly, and she didn’t want the dream to end. It wasn’t something new for her, since she dreamed of Weston almost every night.

However, this time, she was in her own bed at her childhood home in Las Vegas, but who was attacking her neck? Sensing Weston’s familiar smell, Isabella came out of her dazed state only to sense his presence in the room, his warm hand caressing her abdomen, making her go dizzy. She soon realized that this wasn’t a dream. But what was he doing in her bed? Her heartbeats started racing at the realization since this was what she had been wanting for years!

Extremely aware of herself, she glanced at his face under t