From the bathroom to the bed, the whole ordeal had taken so long that Faye Vaughn was overwhelmed by exhaustion.
She murmured weakly, "My feet hurt..."
Her eyes were still closed, but she felt a cool sensation on her wrists and ankles.
Wyatt Hawthorne was applying ointment for her.
It was rare for him to be this gentle.
Faye Vaughn forced her eyes open a crack and squinted at him.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his head lowered as he applied the ointment. His features were handsome and sharply defined, but his expression held a trace of post-coital tenderness.
Faye Vaughn's gaze drifted downward. His eight-pack abs were clearly defined, radiating raw masculine energy.
Faye Vaughn reached out and ran a hand over them.
Wyatt Hawthorne paused in his task of applying the ointment. He looked up, a wry smile on his lips. "Haven't had enough yet?"
Faye Vaughn pouted languidly. "If I wasn't so tired, I'd have drained you dry today."
She was clearly enjoying feeling his abs.
