The morning light filtered through the blinds of the guest house, casting long, striped shadows across the blue velvet sofa. I woke up to the feeling of a soft, warm weight against my chest. Bella was fast asleep, her breathing shallow and rhythmic, one leg draped over my hip.
I stared at the ceiling, the memories of the previous afternoon rushing back. The gold bikini, the smell of coconut oil, the way her walls had clamped around me. I felt a familiar stir in my groin, a slow heat that reminded me exactly how dangerous this was.
"You're staring again," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
I looked down. She hadn't opened her eyes, but a small, smug smile was tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"I'm contemplating my life choices," I replied, my voice gravelly.
Bella opened one
