Kyra's POV
The familiar touch of his fingers. His tongue against my skin. The intensity of his brown eyes. The gentle rumble of his voice. Everything about Nathan makes me feel both vulnerable and powerful. He ignites excitement, stirs nervousness, causes pain, and creates joy within me. Without him, I feel incomplete.
I rolled to the right side of the bed, my gaze landing on the bare muscled back of the man sleeping beside me. Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across his skin.
His touch lingered on my body, reminding me of our night together. Each kiss, each whisper, each moment replayed in my mind. How he confessed his deep love for me. How he proposed marriage. How his lips claimed mine with such hunger.
I bit my lip and cautiously lifted my hand. My fingertips brushed his shoulder, feeling the hardened muscle beneath warm skin. I wanted to touch him forever.
"Ready for round two?" Nathan's sleep-roughened voice made me jump.
