Chapter Ten
I woke a while later—a slow, lazy awakening. Del had me tucked tightly into his chest, the musk of his spicy, male scent like a whole other embrace. He was still sleeping, his even breath a tickle on my neck.
Warm contentment purred within me, and I closed my eyes again with a soft, happy sigh.
* * *
Sometime later still—minutes? An hour? It was all a haze. He was awake, his hand cupping my breast, squeezing it gently, then using his finger to trace slow circles around my n****e. He paused when he felt it stiffen at his touch; he was learning me.
I pressed into him, letting him know I was awake. I wasn’t the only one with something stiff right now.
“These are delightful,” he said into my ear, both hands at my breasts now. “Our women do not have these…”
“Breasts,” I finis
