He was fast asleep, unlikely to wake anytime soon. Lanna stood with her arms crossed, looking down at the man lying face-down on the floor. His hair was damp with sweat, clinging flat against his head. The side of his face, turned slightly, was shadowed by stubble along his cheekbones. Near his jaw, trailing down toward his neck, were three long red scratch marks—ones she had left herself.
Alan Hemworth was a man overflowing with passion… and dangerously sexy. He seemed quiet and serious when working on the farm, but in bed he became someone entirely different—impatient, intense, and fiercely demanding.
His sun-kissed skin stretched over the clear lines and curves of his back muscles as he lay like this. Broad shoulders, a wide back— Lanna felt a sudden heat rise to her face when she noticed the long trails of her nails running from his shoulders down to his narrow waist.
That waist that moved so quickly. So intensely.
His body, still slightly parted at the legs, now lay in calm after hours of relentless heat—only a faint trace of that earlier storm remaining between his thighs.
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