I woke up before dawn with Calla curled against my chest.
She looked so peaceful. Her face was soft in the morning light. No more fever. No more pain. Just pure beauty that made my heart race.
Her hair spilled across my arm like silk. I wanted to touch it, but I didn't want to wake her up.
She'd been through hell last night. Her body needed rest.
But looking at her like this, half naked under the thin sheet, was doing things to me.
The curve of her hip. The way her lips were slightly parted. The rise and fall of her breasts with each breath.
My c**k was already hard, pressing against her thigh. I tried to shift away, but she made a small sound and moved closer.
Fuck.
Her hand slid down my stomach in her sleep. Almost touching where I needed her most.
I bit back a groan. This was f
