When she woke up the next morning, her lashes fluttering, she was still naked. And so was he.
Damien's mouth was on her nipple, sucking and nibbling, his cold breath sending a ripple of pleasure across her entire body. It wasn't a dream. He was really there—wrapped around her.
She ran a hand down his face, her fingers brushing the sharp edge of his cheekbone before curling into his hair. "Well, good morning to you too."
But his mouth was too full for a response. His muffled growl vibrated against her chest, making her giggle even as heat pooled low in her belly.
Seeing that she was awake now, he got even hungrier. His lips smacked gently against her bare flesh, suctioning her nipple deeper into his mouth, tongue lapping. His fingers found her other breast, squeezing it.
