Nita stirred as the first rays of sunlight crept through the curtains, golden light spilling across the bed like a warm caress. She blinked slowly, awareness settling in as she realized she was wrapped securely in Declan’s arms, her back pressed to his chest, one of his strong legs tangled between hers.
She exhaled quietly, not wanting to wake him. Every inch of her body ached — in all the best ways. Her thighs burned, her neck still bore the delicious tenderness of his grip, and her core throbbed with a dull, satisfied soreness that made her lips curve into a slow smile.
She shifted slightly, intent on slipping out of bed to use the bathroom, but Declan’s arms tightened around her instantly.
“Where do you think you’re going, little one?” His voice was low, thick with sleep and somethin
