As Brantley brought his hands over her thighs and gently massaged them, she said softly, "I might end up sleeping all over again, yet I am hungry."
"Sleep Bianca, while I give you a bath," he said fondly. Saying that he drained the soapy water and ran clean water again in the tub. "We will get you food soon."
She moaned at the warmth that surrounded her and sank her head against his chest. The way she looked needy for his touch, it wasn't lusty, but it was more of surrender to her needs and a craving for his touch, his indulgence.
