The light above her head reflected the sparkle of green-gold, cat-shaped eyes that were fringed with thick black lashes. They were looking up at him now, filled with confusion and another emotion that he couldn’t name. Her thick brown hair was wild around her, framing her pretty face and naked shoulders. He sobered as his gaze swept over her partial nudity, the graceful curve of her shoulders, and the full curves of her breasts.
Fuck! All of a sudden the situation between them had changed. No longer were they combatants, fighting what they both had thought was a burglar. Bishop’s gut told him she had as much right to be there as he had. Her relaxing beneath him had allowed the tension to vacate his body, giving him the opportunity to become more aware of the woman, her alluring curves and the unmistakable crevice his cock was wedged between.
He shook his head, realizing he was becoming mesmerized over her lush body, and an awakening urge he hadn’t been able to appease in some time. He hadn’t wanted to, not with his usual choice of woman. Her soft gasp told him it was too late to try and hide his erection, but he rolled away anyway and sat up on the edge of the bed. Police sirens in the distance were growing closer by the second.
“I know who you are,” her soft voice said from behind him.