Читать книгу The Twelve Nights of Christmas - Sarah Morgan - Страница 2

Pushing open the door, Rio stopped on the threshold of the room.

Lying on top of the bed was a naked woman, her vibrant red hair spilling over the pillow like a spectacular sunset, her eyelashes forming a dark smudge above pale cheeks. Her mouth was a deep pink, her lower lip full.

Rio stared at that mouth for a full minute before trailing his gaze down the rest of her body. His mind computed every last detail. Eyes—green, he decided. Temper—hot. Body—incredible.

When she didn’t stir, he strolled into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Unable to resist the sensual curve of her soft mouth, Rio lowered his head and kissed her. He just had time to register that she tasted as good as she looked when her eyes opened.

Deliciously groggy, she stared at him blankly. ‘Oh…’ Her words were slurred from sleep. ‘Is it Christmas?’

If this was Christmas then maybe it was time he re-evaluated his feelings towards the festive season. Perhaps it wasn’t all bad…