Chapter Eight
Morning Glory
The first thing I felt when I woke up was soreness-delicious, satisfying soreness between my legs.
The second thing I felt was him.
Reed's arm was locked around my waist, holding me flush against his chest, his breath warm against my shoulder. I tried to move, but his grip only tightened.
"You're not going anywhere," he rasped.
His voice was deeper in the morning. Darker. Laced with that gruff authority that made my thighs clench all over again.
"It's barely sunrise," I whispered. "I wasn't trying to sneak out."
"Don't care. Not letting you leave my bed looking like that."
He lifted his head just enough to glance down at me.
His gaze raked over my bare back, the faint red marks on my hips from where he held me too tightly last night, and the bruised s
