RAYNE
My consciousness slowly returned. A warm, heavy fog lifted from my mind. The first thing I registered was heat.
A solid, radiating warmth at my back. And a more insistent, thick heat pressed firmly between my thighs.
My legs were tangled, my head nestled against a hard chest. His arm was a steel band around my waist, holding me close even in his sleep.
The thin material of a hospital gown was the only barrier between my skin and his. And it did nothing to hide the rigid, demanding length of his c**k nestled against my slick and throbbing folds.
Our lips were almost touching. In the hazy space between sleep and waking up, I could feel the soft brush of his breath against my mouth.
We were like two magnets, drawn together even in unconsciousness. A fraction of an inch from a
