“Wake up, Caleb.”
Her voice slipped into his dreams like a spell.
Caleb frowned slightly, then inhaled—deep, instinctive. Warm. Sweet. Her. The comfort in the scent made him dizzy.
His wolf purred, pleased and lazy, as that familiar chocolaty scent wrapped around him.
“Five minutes,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.
Before Autumn could react, his fingers closed around her wrist and tugged gently. One pull was all it took. She stumbled forward, and suddenly his arm was around her waist, strong and possessive, drawing her flush against him as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
He tucked her close, face burrowing against her chest, already half lost again.
Autumn's heart skipped a beat. Oh god! He is hugging me! His face is just above my breast!
Her cheeks burned. And…
