Tyson had meant to let her sleep. She had been so tired the evening before, she hadn't murmured a protest when he'd removed her clothes and settled her on his bed. He had also meant to put one of his T-shirts on her. Good intentions fled as her beautiful, curvaceous body was revealed to him. Careful not to disturb her, he reached over and turned a lamp on. Her skin glowed pale in the dim lighting of the room.
He wondered how this goddess hadn't been snapped up before now. She was perfection, from her long, slim feet to her wide hips, small waist, rounded breasts and graceful neck. She wasn't fashionably slim, but soft and curved in a way that made Tyson's mouth water.
Despite her incredible body, it was her face that arrested him most. Her thick eyelashes, slightly darker than her hone
