The soft winter sunlight spilled over Liliette’s cheek, coaxing her out of a deep slumber. She instinctively clung to the large form beside her, its heat radiating like a massive furnace. She couldn’t remember the last time she had woken to such a tranquil morning. Just as she considered drifting back into the cozy haze, her eyes flew open, a silent gasp catching in her throat.
The warm pillow she’d been nuzzling was, in fact, her sleeping husband—completely nude. Throughout the night, she had curled against him, with not a single thread of clothing between them. Her arm was draped over his broad chest as if seeking his warmth, while every inch of her body pressed against his, from her soft, pale skin to her pink-tipped breasts down to the delicate curve of her waist. The sensation of his firm muscles beneath her fingertips and the solid warmth of his bare skin against hers sent her thoughts spinning.
