Rolling over onto his back with a soft groan, Ben stretched both arms over his head, working an ache from his shoulder. It was a good ache— an ache from a long, deep sleep, after an eventful evening.

"You're already touching me," he murmured wryly, dropping his arms and letting his big hands settle at her waist. Catching her eyes, he nodded, almost imperceptibly. His cock, lying flaccid against his thigh, twitched with interest.