Tobi’s POV
She was still asleep when I woke, a sliver of morning light dancing across her bare shoulder, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch her. My fingers traced slow, reverent lines along the curve of her spine, following the path down to her waist. She shifted slightly beneath my touch, a sleepy little sound escaping her lips—half sigh, half moan—and I was instantly hard.
How could I not be? She was sprawled out on her stomach, the blanket tangled around her thighs, leaving her entire back exposed. The memory of last night was still burned into me—her voice, her taste, the way she clung to me like I was the only thing keeping her grounded.
I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then her neck, letting my lips linger against her warm skin. Her breathing hitched, just slightly, and I sm
