Ines woke up, a feeling of warmth and contentment wrapped around her.
Her back was pressed tight against Mason’s front, his arm an iron grip around her waist. Feeling the firm muscles on his chest, shoulders and thighs, her stomach fluttered with an awareness of his body. She was unable to ignore the raw sensuality of the way his body clung to hers. When he stirred, his legs brushed against hers, sending heat flooding in her insides.
She groaned inwardly. Oh God this was embarrassing. The man was asleep and here she was practically humping his leg.
Wriggling gently, she managed to extricate herself from his embrace. She slipped quietly from the bed.
She tried not to look at him. God knows what she might be tempted to do if she kept staring at his bare chest.
Brows furrowed, she glance
