Chapter Seventy-Four
Malachi's POV
I woke the moment her fingertips brushed my chest, light as breath, tracing slow, lazy circles around my nipple. I kept my eyes closed and my breathing even. Let her think I was still gone. I wanted to feel what she would do when she thought no one watched.
Her hand drifted lower. One soft palm slid over my ribs, then my stomach, following the line of hair that pointed straight to where I was already half-hard from dreams of her. She paused there, fingertips just grazing the base of my cock. I felt her shift on the mattress, the sheet sliding down her body as she moved to straddle my thighs.
A tiny, hungry sound left her throat when she found me fully hard now. She wrapped her fingers around me, testing, stroking once, twice, slow and careful. Her thumb swept over the head, spreading the bead of wetness there. My hips wanted to jerk, but I locked them down.
