Chapter 5

Morning light filtered softly through the penthouse windows, casting a golden glow across the rumpled sheets. I woke up slowly, my body deliciously sore in all the right places. Tristan’s arm was draped heavily over my waist, his broad chest pressed warm against my back. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the faint scratch of stubble against my shoulder. God, he felt good. Last night replayed in my mind like the best kind of dream the way he’d taken control, how deep he’d filled me, the sounds he pulled from my throat. I felt sexy. Wanted. Alive in a way Jax had never...