It was still dark when Megan opened her eyes to the feeling of hands on her body. She smiled as those hands cupped her breasts—her n*****s still sensitive from earlier ministrations—and she flipped over to face Caleb when his hand trailed down her belly.
"What time is it?" she asked in a whisper.
"I don't know. Early."
She could barely make out his face in the dim light. Before he'd come back to bed, he'd switched off the lamp, plunging his bedroom into almost total darkness, thanks to the blackout curtains hanging from his windows. A little bit of light shone through the edges, but Megan rather felt like they were both formless figures floating somewhere.
She touched his face with gentle fingers. Stubble rubbed against her fingertips, and she laughed softly when he kissed her fingers.
