“Sans clothing, Owen climbed over her and settled into the middle of the mattress. Like he was a magnet – or her North Star – Megan’s body turned to press into the nook along the side of his tall frame. His bareness managed to be soft and hard at the same time – the skin soft and smooth, the muscles hard and ridged. She inhaled deeply, taking his crisp, clean scent into her, and let out a long exhale that relaxed her into him further. Now. Now she could be content to never move again.”
