Ashleigh was vaguely aware of Caleb lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bed. Her head was still spinning, the waves of ecstasy slowly receding into a soft thrum of pleasure that radiated through her body.
“Ashleigh,” his voice called to her gently.
Her eyes fluttered open.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
She turned her head to see that she was laying on her back on the bed, and he sat on his knees beside her.
He looked down at her with concern, but in his eyes, she still saw the dark swirls of desire.
Ashleigh had been so nervous when she first came out of the bathroom that she hadn’t taken the time to look at her husband.
She had seen him without a shirt a few times before, but this time it was different. This time she could touch, taste, and enjoy every part of him if she wished.
Her mouth watered as her eyes trailed over his broad shoulders, down over the hard lines of muscle that made up his chest. The strong arms that held her so tightly.
