Marino hadn't forced her to make love to him that night, only held her until they fell asleep in each other's arms with words unspoken. Now he woke up with her wrapped around him, her leg draped over his thighs.
At first, he thought he was having an erotic dream, but Ari really was rubbing her crotch against him, and the friction created a heat, and he had trouble clearing his mind that morning. He started to respond to the tease and buildup of sensation.
He craned her neck at an angle so that he could nuzzle her neck with his lips while rubbing against her. Sometime during the night, she had lost her robe and so had he for that matter. Neither of them was wearing clothes, not that they needed it for what he had in mind.