BOOK TWO: WINTER'S BITE
I awoke to fire.
It spread the length of my back and legs. As my consciousness sharpened, I realized it was made from hard muscle bundled underneath a coat and pressed up as closely as possible against me. And yet another fire sparked heat between my legs, inches away from where Grady's arm draped over me. His soft snores synced with the rise of his chest, a calming rhythm if not for my wild heartbeat.
Part of me wanted to analyze the why - why my body reacted the way it did around him, why I wanted him so badly to need me. But the bigger, stronger part of me burned those thoughts from my mind. He molded to my back, some parts harder than others, but all of him teasing me to fully alert. I ground my thighs together, my breaths quickening. I wanted his lips crushed against mine. I wanted him to stroke me with his fingers. It didn't matter that he didn't need me. I needed him.