Regina woke to the feel of a hand between her legs.
Not just near her thighs, no.
Right there, warm, heavy, cupping her through the thin scrap of her panties.
She froze. She knew who it was.
Daniel.
His chest rose and fell against her spine, steady, still deep in sleep.
Oh God.
She blinked at the dark room, willing herself not to move, not to even breathe too loud.
She could feel everything. He shifted behind her, hips pressing forward, grinding lazily into the curve of her ass.
The thick, hard length of him bumped against her, making her gasp silently into the pillow.
This wasn't supposed to happen. This — this heat, this madness —
She'd promised herself she would keep her distance.
No messy feelings.
No messy sex.
No messy mornings waking up dripping into her panties with her heart hammering against her ribs like a goddamn drum.
But Instead, her whole body was betraying her , trembling, needy, throbbing against the steady, sinful pressure of his hand.
