15 Chapter 15

His hands enclosed her, and his mouth captured hers, heating her blood and quickening her pulse before she was fully awake. Languidly, Afton moved beneath him, sighing as he stirred her senses. She felt tuned into him now his scent, his taste and his shape, and the need for him crested over the blurred edges of sleep. Gently, lightly, his fingertips swept across her soft, warm flesh. The slide of his mouth up her throat brought his lips to brush hers, only to move on and form an erotic whisper in her ear. She was aroused, floating on that liquid spill where pleasure remained lazy and sweet.

"Afton."