He was feeling hot, too hot. Groaning, he tried to turn only to be stopped by the body plastered on his side. Squinting, he studied the blonde head that was resting on his chest. He could only see the crown of hair and nothing more. His breath caught in his throating, wondering if it was the woman he wanted most in his arms.
As if feeling the gaze on her, the blonde head moved. Brown eyes stared up at him, giving him a crooked smile.
No, the eyes were wrong! The woman he was thinking of had green eyes. Pushing her off him, he rolled off the bed and turned to her. “What the f**k are you still doing on my bed?” his voice hissed with so much venom in it.
“You invited me, but never told me I could go,” the woman replied, as she turned on her back and placed her elbows on the bed, supportin
