Chapter 32
Blake
I sensed Wren before I opened my eyes the next morning.
She clung to my body like a kitten seeking out warmth, all nuzzled against my side, arm over my chest, leg tucked between mine where I lay on my back. Her hot breath ghosted over my chest where her cheek rested.
Shifting my head to the side gave me a better view of her face in the early morning light shining through the east-facing window of the cabin. She slept, her lips still swollen from our kisses the night before.
Such a tiny thing, but she had taken every inch of me without complaint, asking for more, harder, loving how I held her neck with just enough pressure to raise her arousal to the next level.
She’d given me the green f*****g light by offering her trust like that, and I had every intention of drivin
