The rain had fnally stopped, and dawn was near. Annie listened to the birds twittering, an ache of sweet exhaustion pervading her body, and tried tO think of a way to extricate herself from Jacob's arms without waking him. It was a considerable challenge. His muscula arm was clasped around her waist; his hand splayed possessively across her belly and the tips of  his long fingers tangled intimately into the hair between her legs. One long, sinewy leg was fhirmly wedged between her thighs. And he was so warm, It was hard to get up the nerve to break the seal and let cold air rush between them. She wiggled...