When he finally sat up, the quilt slipped away, and I froze. His body— lean muscle, the faint trail of hair leading down from his V-line, the marks I had left across his chest, back and shoulders— it all made my breath hitch. I couldn’t stop staring, no matter how much I told myself not to.
He caught me.
Of course he did.
My gaze had lingered too long until he cleared his throat with a smirk.
“Enjoying the view, love?” he teased.
My whole face flamed, and I ducked beneath the blanket with a squeak. His laugh filled the room, warm and teasing.
“Baby, come here. You don’t need to hide from me.” he whispered, his tone softer this time, laced with love.
Before I could protest, he scooped me into his arms.
He tilted his head, catching my blush.
“I never expected to see this shy kitten
