Chapter Fifteen
Tristan
The sun filtering through the curtains woke me. I opened my eyes to see the clock by Daisy’s bed read six in the morning. I rolled my head back toward Daisy and nearly groaned. Her hair was a honeyed tangle on the pillows. I was curled up behind her with her perfect, lush bottom nestled against my c**k, which was waking up to this fact quite readily. Her skin was silky soft. I resisted the urge to stroke my palm down over the curve of her hip. Truth was, the only reason I didn’t was I happened to be cupping one of her breasts. It filled my palm, the lush weight of it tempting.
My mind spun back to last night. I was fairly certain I’d gone b****y crazy, but I didn’t care to ponder the potential problems associated with that just now. After I’d confronted Daisy abo
