THERESA
The next time I woke, he was still wrapped around me, holding me as if his life depended on it. His even breathing informed me that he was still sleeping. I didn’t want to accidentally wake him, so I laid as still as I could. Not that it was exactly a burden.
Something about his touch sent a slow, delicious warmth coursing through me. At first, I barely noticed it as something other than the natural comfort of shared body heat. But then… then it became something else. The faintest friction. A shift in his breathing. The tension between us changed, thickening in the cold air.
A soft vibration traveled from the surface of my skin to my bones, energizing me from the inside out. My n*****s were stiff and peaked against him, and not because of the cold. I couldn’t help but try to bri
