Cionna's POV
I laid in Julien's arms and let my mind drift away. I listen to the beat of his heart and feel my own beating in time with his. His touch is gentle and comforting. I melt into his body and the feel of his firm body sends sparks between my thighs.
I snuggle closer to him, and he stiffens under me. My excitement bubbles as my imagination whirls with the things he could do to me. My memory chose the worst moment to remind me how much I love his touch. Instinctively, I grasp his hand and kiss his knuckles lightly. He shifts behind me, and the mass of his length slides across my cheeks.
“I know what you're doing," his voice rumbles.
Instead of responding, I turn in his arms and trap his lips in a kiss. The familiar heat swells between us, and his resolve vanishes. Without rele
