Zane smiled, his gaze, a soft caress, traced the delicate curve of Aria's cheek. She slept soundly on his chest, a small, warm weight rising and falling with each breath. A faint stir, a pout of her lips, and she burrowed deeper, her tiny hands clutching his shirt with a possessive grip that belied her size. The familiar warmth spread through Zane. He tightened his hold, savoring the feel of her soft body pressed against him, the faint scent of vanilla and sleep clinging to her hair.
"Baby girl, wake up," he whispered, his breath a warm tickle against her ear. Aria only snuggled closer, a soft murmur escaping her lips. The unexpected movement sent a jolt through him, a stark contrast to the innocent slumber of the woman in his arms. His c**k was stirring, hardening against her soft stomac
