Chapter 431: Taunted, Part 2

I awoke the following morning to the feel of Trent dusting featherlight kisses across my shoulder, his body wrapped protectively around me. His hand rested on my stomach. I smiled, beyond thrilled that last night hadn't been a cruel dream.

"Morning," I said, my voice raspy. "Did you sleep?"

He continued to brush his lips across my bare skin. I'd changed into a tank top sometime early this morning, after we'd physically exhausted ourselves. Or, rather, when I had to beg him to stop so I could rest.

"No," he said. "I wasn't able to take my eyes off you long enough to go to sleep."

"That's not creepy," I said and rolled onto my back so I could see his face.

He chuckled. "The only thing that kept me going while I was Yolanda's prisoner was knowing I'd get to see you again." He brushed hair from my forehead, his hand coursing down the length of my face.

My eyes fluttered closed at the familiar touch. "Did they hurt you?"