Chapter 52

• Monica stuttered, strong light hitting her lids. She frowned and blinked open her eyes. She squinted. There was a huge figure in front of her, but it still couldn't hide the rays of the sun from her. They hadn't pulled the curtain. Well, whatever.
• Her eyes turned to the sleeping man in front of her. He was facing her, absolutely naked, the sheet hiding only the part from his v-line down. Her breath hitched. Adam was perfect in every possible sense. His muscles, his tattoos and scars over them, his broad shoulders and strong jaw. For a long moment, she got lost into him and his handsome face. His eyelashes were so dark and long...
• Her heart jumped at the serene expression on him. It was something that she saw rarely, and she wanted to remember every moment of it. Her mouth watered, and she glanced at his lips. These sinful lips that had done miracles to her... Her core clenched, and she squeezed her thighs. She could feel herself getting wet. They exercised so much yesterday, and it still wasn't enough for her. What was she? A nymphomaniac?