Her nipples were tight, her pussy so wet she whimpered before she opened her eyes. His arms held her back tight to his chest, but she twisted around as best she could to look at him. Only to find that he was still deep in slumber. She snorted, dropping her head onto the pillow. Madras, the man was seducing her in his sleep. If she weren’t so painfully aroused, it might have been funny. “Rafe,” she breathed. He groaned, his hand moving within her. She couldn’t hold back a hiss, arching her hips to get more friction on her clit. Any resistance, any rational part of her that might think this was a bad idea, was shredded by the insistent demand of her hormones. She felt him jolt to awareness, and he sucked in a startled breath. His big body froze against her back. “Um . . .” “Good morning.” Her voice was remarkably even, which she was a bit proud of, until he twitched his fingers inside of her and made her moan. “You’re wet,” he growled. He ran his thumb over her clit and she clutched at the sheet wrapped around them.
