I dozed off for a second, briefly, perhaps subconsciously aware of the quilt being pulled across my bare back. Audio wise, I could hear water running, and relaxed humming. Amused, I slid from the sheets, dragging Callaghan's vest from the bed. It wasn't a sexy shirt like you get in the films, the kind that comes down to your knees all cutesy and adorable. When I put it on, it barely covered my boobs, the neckline dropping down and leaving little to the imagination. I pushed open the bathroom door and there he was, naked back to me, hard, round buttocks, taut muscular hairy legs, and a back bearing the bite marks of my passionate finger nails.
I pressed myself against him wordlessly, capturing one of the marks I inflicted with my lips. He groaned softly, reaching back to cup one of my butt
