Chapter 11.

NORA CARUSO. I woke up to sunlight streaming across my face. For a moment, I was disoriented. I felt heavy, warm, and comfortable. My face was buried in something soft that smelled incredible. I blinked my eyes open, I was staring at tanned skin, a dark nipple, and hard muscle. I froze. I was draped over Nikolai Volkov, my head resting on his chest. My arm was thrown across his stomach, my leg was hooked over his thigh and his arms were wrapped tight around me, one hand tangled in my hair, the other resting on my back. The memories of the night rushed back. I lay there for a second, paralyzed. His heart was beating under my ear, still asleep. His face was relaxed, his lashes were long against his cheeks, and his lips were parted slightly. He looked beautiful. The realization that I felt he was attractive made panic surge through me, I tried to carefully extract myself. I eased my arm off his stomach and started to slide backward. Suddenly, the hand on my back tightened. I looked up, Ni