"I don't want you to regret this," Ross said, his voice low but firm as his eyes met hers.
"Let's wait until morning. If you still feel the same, then I'll make love to you so thoroughly you'll forget how to walk. I'll fuck you so hard you'll be begging for me to stop."
He ended the sentence with a soft kiss—slow, deliberate, gentle.
A kiss that silenced any further retort Sasha might have had on the tip of her tongue. It wasn't demanding or possessive.
It was full of restraint, of care, and something that made her heart flutter in a way she hadn't expected.
Ross pulled back with a faint smile and slipped into bed beside her.
Moments later, he was fast asleep, his breathing steady and peaceful, like nothing in the world could trouble him.
Sasha remained awake for a while, lying on her side, quietly watching him in the dim light.
At first, she was stunned. Who turns down a woman in bed—especially after everything that had happened?
