Maisie
I woke slowly to something warm and solid beneath my cheek. I inhaled deeply. The spicy male scent settled so deeply inside of me, I instinctively snuggled closer, running my nose up and down the strong column of throat.
Goddess, but he smelled delicious.
My hands drifted off their own free will, yanking aside the shirt under my cheek so I could feel more of that hot skin.
A little sound escaped me. A tiny, contented coo. And for a few seconds, I just existed in that cocoon. Warm. Comfortable. Safe.
My fingers roamed higher as I tried to break through the extreme drowsiness. Couldn't remember the last time I'd slept so fitfully.
Another soft sound escaped me when a hand moved under my shirt, along my ribs. It moved absent-mindedly, tracing a gentle path along the uneven patterns of my scars.
It rose a little higher, skimming the scar on the underside of my breast and I felt it like a string had been plucked in my pussy.
