Dominic POV
The room was dim and quiet, the only sound was the slow rhythm of Kennedy's breathing beside me, and the occasional gust of wind brushing against the windows. We were tangled in the sheets, her warm skin pressed against mine. I could feel her thigh draped over my hip, her chest rising and falling with each breath. My arm rested around her waist, holding her close like I never wanted to let go.
It was peaceful… until I felt her hand brush against my d**k.
The first time, I didn’t think anything of it. We were close—maybe it was just her shifting in her sleep. But then it happened again. Slower this time. Deliberate. Her hand slid gently over me through the blanket. And again. This time with a little more pressure.
I tilted my head and glanced down at her. She wasn’t asleep.
