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en suite bathroom. He padded there, his muscular body still trembling, and Gillian heard the sound of the toilet flushing and the sink turning on.
    He returned in a few moments with a washcloth in his hands before he pressed it against her aching pussy.
    Yeah, she decided as she allowed him to tend her. She was well and truly used.
    “So fine,” he was muttering as he carefully wiped her down. He disappeared and again, and she heard the sink running before he returned, this time to wipe down her body before he tossed the cloth aside and snuggled into bed beside her.
    She could not find it in her to protest his lack of neatness when those hard muscular arms surrounded her.
    “We do this again later, yes?”
    She looked up into his lazy green eyes and smiled.
    “Yes,” she breathed, knowing what he said was true. He was a demanding lover. She couldn’t wait to see what he came up with next.

Chapter Three
     
    It was a powerful thirst that woke Gillian. She had been sated and sleepy, with a high that only a good, hard session could give a woman, so it was kind of a chore to move.
    She would have ignored the minor discomfort and drifted back to sleep, but along with the thirst came a need to empty her bladder, a need that could no longer be denied.
    So frustrating, she thought, knowing she would never find that nice, warm, comfortable spot against her bear again. So, with a frown on her face, she opened bleary eyes and eased her reluctant body out from under the covers.
    For one peevish moment of sheer maliciousness, she contemplated whipping back the covers and letting the cooler air of the room caress Declan’s naked skin -- just to make him suffer with her.
    After glaring at his curled up, softly snoring form, she decided that was just too mean to do to the man who had given her such a memorable night. Besides, she wanted him warm and toasty and missing her enough to cuddle her back into his huge arms when she returned from the trek of frigid discomfort to her bathroom and its cold, tiled floors. The thought of her cold feet against his nicely heated flesh made her want to be sure of her welcome when she returned. She had slippers, true, but it would take someone a bit more conscious than her to find them and even get them on her feet before she navigated her way to the bathroom. It was better if she just made a fast break for it.
    So she skip-hopped the few feet, cursing silently as the tile floor proved to be as cold as her imaginings. She did her business, debated about washing her hands for a moment before she braved the cold water -- the hot water always took too long to flow -- but she wanted to touch Declan with clean hands. Her toilet taken care of, she stumbled-ran back to the bed and the heater that currently occupied most of the space.
    There was nothing like a fuzzy bed warmer, and she was sure she’d found the best one out there.
    When she slid her chilled form next to his, Declan snorted, his soft snoring easing for a moment, before he cracked open one bleary eye. He stared at her for a moment before turning his face back toward the pillows.
    Gillian was going to pout, but before she could work up a head of anger at being dismissed so easily, he rolled over in one massive wave of man and blankets, and she found herself snuggled against his soft, fuzzy chest.
    Heaven, she decided, wiggling her face into his massive pecs before tucking her feet between his legs and sighing in relief. Heat, precious body heat, and it was all hers for the taking.
    She had just relaxed against him when she suddenly had to resist the urge to sneeze.
    What the hell?
    In the dim light cast by the moon, she leaned back and examined the beautifully fuzzy chest where she’d been reclining, and noted there was a bit more fuzz than before. She blinked a few times to clear her eyes, but yes, his mat of chest hair was a bit thicker.
    She looked up into his face and noted the heavy growth of his nighttime beard and relaxed a bit. That