Michael's POV
The clock showed well past midnight. Tangled sheets clung to our legs like evidence of the storm we'd just weathered together. The air was thick with the scent of our bodies, our passion, her skin. If I could capture that fragrance and keep it forever, I would.
Allyson lay pressed against me, naked and warm. Her leg wrapped around mine, her cheek soft against my chest. I could feel her pulse, quick and light under my fingertips.
But my heart hammered with relentless need because I was already rock hard again.
I pulled her closer, every nerve ending alive with the same consuming hunger that had been eating me alive since she walked through my hotel room door tonight, daring me to lose every shred of control I possessed.
She shifted slightly, her hips brushing mine just enough for me to slide my hand over the curve of her ass. I squeezed gently, then spread her cheeks apart. She inhaled sharply, then made that purring sound that drove me wild.
