Amy woke slowly in Luka ‘s protective and warm embrace, and realized several things at once. She’d actually slept the rest of the night undisturbed. She was relieved that she’d had no more issues with the ghost. But now she was in an untenable position, her gown gathered around her navel, Luka ‘s hand resting on her buttock, and her naked leg locking him in place as if she was a pirate and had captured him, and he was her prisoner. More than willing prisoner.
She wanted to keep the fantasy alive.
He still wore the pair of black boxers, but that didn’t hide the fact he was fully aroused and that she was pressing against that rock hard erection. She was imagining him entering her, making love to her, mating with her for life. Did he still want to do that with her?
She’d felt his hand slip
