An hour had passed without her even realizing it.
Ross's hands had worked patiently over her body, easing every trace of tension from her muscles, lingering nowhere with haste yet missing nothing at all.
Ross looked down at her and smiled faintly.
She slept peacefully now, her breathing slow and even, her face relaxed in a way he hadn't seen before.
He knew how much care he had put into it—how thoroughly he had tended to her, how completely he had helped her body unwind.
Tonight could have gone differently. She had come prepared for it, expecting it.
But Ross decided otherwise.
He wanted her first time to be something she would remember fondly, not something rushed or taken in the heat of the moment.
There was no need to hurry.
He had all the time in the world—and when that moment finally came, he wanted it to be truly special.
***
"Hmmmm…"
Sabrina stirred slowly, her consciousness drifting back in gentle waves.
