I was used to my own nightmare startling me awake, so waking at 3:00 a.m. was the norm. Usually, I'd be able to get maybe an hour at five, before dragging my arse outta bed for work. That was not happening, though.Not only was I trapped beneath her warm body, but I was also caught up in remembering her scream. I'd heard it all the way from the deck. The sound had chilled my veins, all but stilling my heart. It also had made me move so goddamn fast back into the house that I wasn't quite sure if the wall had survived its impact with the door I'd slammed open.Her breaths were steady. Not that the knowledge made me relax. Instead, I was aware of every sound, every slight movement, and fuck, when her leg clamped over mine and then, about half an hour later, lifted up to rest just below my cock, brushing against it in the process, hell, I had no fucking control over the damn erection I was sporting.The sun was finally up, but there was no chance I was moving. The last thing I wanted was to wake her after the night she'd had.
