Morning sunlight slipped softly through the curtains and spread across the bedroom.
Emily stirred slowly in Callan's arms.
For a moment, she stayed still with sleepy eyes, enjoying the warmth of his body wrapped around hers.
Then she felt it.
Her eyes blinked open slowly when she felt Callan's erection pressed firmly against her thigh beneath the sheets.
Heat spread through her body instantly.
Emily bit lightly on her lower lip.
Still half asleep, Callan shifted slightly behind her and tightened his arm around her waist unconsciously.
A soft breath escaped him.
Emily's heartbeat quickened.
She turned slowly in his arms until she was facing him properly.
Callan was still asleep.
His face looked relaxed and peaceful—nothing like the tense and emotionally exhausted man from yesterday.
Emily's chest softened at the sight.
She loved him so much.
Her gaze dropped again. Then slowly, carefully, she touched him over his shorts.
