Fourteen
Raleigh woke slowly, arms full of woman, his body humming in anticipation of pleasure. On a contented sigh, he settled closer, nestling his erection more firmly against the curve of her perfect ass, tightening his hand on the breast in his palm. As his thumb brushed one beaded n****e, she groaned, pressing into his hand and back into his groin. It would take so little effort to shimmy down their sleep pants and slide into her tight, wet—
Brain finally coming awake, he froze.
Oh, God. Not a dream.
As he lay there, hardly daring to breathe, Kyla settled again, her breath evening out. Raleigh felt the rise and fall of it against his palm because, sometime in the night, his hand had crept up beneath her sleep shirt and laid claim to that breast as if he had a right to it. Horrifie
