*Phoenix POV*
Rough finger tips ran up my bare leg, from my exposed ankle to the point of my hip, pushing the sheets away to reveal more skin as they sent tingles racing to my core. The slow and sensual touch held an intense reverence which woke me from my dreamless sleep.
“Baby...” his voice was hoarse and broken, “I’m sorry for waking you.”
“Liar,” I breathed, rolling onto my back to look at him. He wasn’t sorry for waking me, he wanted me awake, but he was also a liar for telling me that he saw me as his equal. His face was streaked with dirt and his hair mussed, a sight of pure and raw masculinity bending over me that took my breath away. His icy blue eyes holding an inexplicable brokenness. My hand pressed to his firm and muscular chest, keeping him at bay. “Don’t leave me behind a
