Bell turned in Galen’s arms, nestling her face against his chest. They had both taken a short nap after he had spent the morning making sure she knew all the details, every last one.
She smiled as she thought of how he had carried her up the stairs and how forceful yet gentle he had been with her. Even though he acted like a possessive caveman, he gave in to her every whim and desire.
Bell didn’t know at what point Caleb and Ashleigh had left, but she was sure it was somewhere between rounds two and three. Either way, she knew they were definitely gone now.
Her fingernails gently traced over his well-earned pectorals, drawing little figure eights as she watched the rise and fall of his chest.
