“That’s your official observation?”
“It was also a little bit like riding.”
“There’s a way to make love that’s very similar to that,” he told her.
“Can we try it now?”
He laughed. “No. You are far too sore and it takes a man time to recover.”
“Tomorrow then?” she asked eagerly.
“Tomorrow,” he agreed. “Now, go to sleep.”
Within moments, he felt the soft, even breaths coming from her. He lay there, enjoying the feel of her naked skin against his. He kissed her hair and closed his own eyes. Never had he felt such contentment. Mia Sloane was now Mia St. Clair.
All seemed right in his world.