Page 47 of Beneath the Sapphire Sky

Belle rolled over, a slow smile winding across her mouth. Her heavy-lidded eyes drank in his face, her contented expression tumbling his gut into a seething mess of want. He couldn’t hold her gaze, it was too intense, toothere. He looked down.

The sheet now lay crumpled low on her hips, just covering the crease between her legs. A tantalizing expanse of naked flesh taunted him, called to him, begged him totouch.

She had the most beautiful breasts known to man.

Shivers sent goosebumps exploding over his entire body at the touch of her hand on his jaw. He pulled his gaze from her body to her sleep-satiated face.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

Her soft voice turned the shivers into shudders. Her hand slid from his face. She blinked, becoming more aware of her surroundings.

She drew in a sharp breath. He couldn’t see it, but he knew her cheeks were pinking, a flush spreading up from her neck to her face. She slapped her hands over her tits to cover them.

Bit late for that, B.

He hid his grin behind his hand and pretended to rub his face.

Belle tilted her head to glance at the clock on the side table. “You’re early. I set an alarm.”

He grinned. It was only just after four.

“If that means you wouldn’t have been in my bed when I got back, then I’m glad I’m early.”

She bit her lip and tried to shove herself up by her elbows. “I might, ah, have a shower.”

“B?”

She looked up at him as he stood, and she shuffled to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I kinda saw those sexy boobs that you’re trying so hard to hide. You may as well just let me look.”

She sent him a haughty, pursed look and stood up. The sheet fell from her hips, half on the floor. She stood there for a moment, motionless, then walked straight-backed and as elegantly as possible while buck naked, around the end of the bed toward the bathroom.

Dante’s blood combusted. She covered her tits, but the rest of her glorious body wandered past as if it were the most normal thing ever to walk around stark naked.

He spun and fell backward onto the bed and groaned out loud. He’d never get that image out of his head. Never wanted to.

“By the way, you left something on the floor here.”

He couldn’t help it, he had to tease her about it. Just payment for using it when he wasn’t around.

Feet slapping on the floorboards as she ran, then the slam of the bathroom door made him laugh aloud.

This was going to be the best few days of his life.

Chapter Seventeen

Belle stood underthe hot spray letting the falling water soothe her. Showers were one of her few extravagances; she loved them. Living on the farm she had to be careful of water usage, but here? She could easily stay in here forever. Or at least until the hot water ran out.

How had she been so stupid to leave that thing on the floor?

She hung her forehead against the tiles and shook it.

Honestly, anyone would think she was demented, covering her boobs but leaving the rest hanging out everywhere. She’d run out of hands, and she couldn’t back down after the boob comment.

The only thing for it was to do exactly as she did.

Dante’s face, though. That was priceless.

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