Slow Heat (Heat of Love, #1)

by Leta Blake

But sleep had gobbled him up greedily and spit him out in the morning light. The same light that now crept across the floor of his room. Shadows of tree limbs tossed in the autumnal breeze filtering in through the open window and cooling the room.

and kept his focus on Vale and Vale only. “I want you. Just the way you are. That’s all that matters to me. I don’t want your lands or your house or to force you to give me children.