Lara groaned when Greg slid his arm from under her head and rolled out of bed.
“Sorry, angel, but it’s time to get up,” he said softly.
Her eyes opened into tired slits as she stretched her arms above her head. The movement shifted the sheet down, revealing the pale curves of her breasts and making him reassess his decision to get out of bed. “But I was so comfy,” she complained.
Greg chuckled. “So was I, but it’s getting late.”
After spending the night in his apartment, he wanted to check on his dad, though he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t tempted to get back into bed with Lara. She’d been exhausted after leaving the hospital but it hadn’t stopped her from tugging Greg toward her and slamming her mouth against his when they’d gotten into his apartment. It hadn’t stopped her
