This was her lover, a man who had been intimate with her, whose hands had caressed her restless body and had opened her gently to his need.
Her lover. His lovemaking lingered pleasurably in the humming muscles of her body—as if with one touch the heat and the storm would swirl around them again, recharged once more—and in the peace she couldn't describe.
Jarek's hand reached slowly out to slide up her thigh, caressing her and his dark sensual look said he wanted yet again.
He smiled softly and Leigh found herself smiling too. When he rose to his feet, drawing on his jeans, her heart stilled and leaped and raced. She admired his body, the flowing powerful muscles that had held her so gently throughout the night.
Before parting, they stood on his porch, Jarek's arms around her from behind, his hands holding hers.
