Chapter 28

Rose lay in bed, staring into the semi-darkness, watching the shadows and moonlight flicker across the ceiling. Lost in euphoria with a warm muscular arm draped across her naked abdomen under the thin cotton sheets. His steady, slow breathing indicated he was asleep and made her body tingle all over again with the realisation that this was not a dream.

She glanced down at his strong, tanned back, his softly carved shoulders and long straight spine, the sheets cutting off her view at waist level and smiled. He was face down, his chiselled face partially hidden by her padded cushions, his thick black eyebrow smooth and flat with no sign of any expression, just peaceful slumber. He was the most beautiful sight to behold, and Rose was glowing from every cell of her body, inside and out.

She had slept a little after he had made love to her for hours. From fiery passion and raw longing to gentle affection, they had stayed in that room as shadows grew long and moonlight had ov