Chapter Fifty

Suddenly Isabella felt a warm hand on her abdomen where the camisole had ridden up. She stirred but again went back to sleep. The hand pulled her close to a warm, bare, and hard chest. Isabella turned towards it and snuggled into it. Bliss! A strange wetness on her neck and throat made her eyes open wide. Where was she? 

She was on her own bed at home. But who was sucking crazily at her neck? She could sense Weston's familiar smell,  his presence in the room, his warm hand caressing her abdomen, making her go dizzy. What was he doing on her bed? She glanced at his face under the dim lights of the night lamp. His eyes were shut and he seemed to be in his sleep. A moan of deep longing escaped her mouth at his touch. She had craved him for so long that it felt like a dream come true to be held like this in his arms. 

But this was wrong, he was not c