Lily Thompson
Warmth.
That was the first thing I felt—deep, delicious warmth curling around me like a blanket I never wanted to let go of.
My body was draped over something firm and comforting, my leg tangled with another. My cheek rested on smooth skin, and every breath brought in a familiar scent, masculine and clean
Still half sleepy, I didn’t open my eyes right away.
Instead, I shifted, following the pull of the heat, my fingers moving lazily in search of its source. My hand drifted across bare skin, over a broad chest that rose and fell in slow rhythm.
Firm. Warm. Alive.
Half-asleep, I nuzzled closer, sighing as the warmth wrapped around me tighter. A strong arm slid around my waist, pulling me in like I belonged there. Long fingers stroked up my spine, stopping at the curve o
