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Celia rubbed her cheek against Carter’s chest and let out a contented sigh, aware of the fact that this was the second morning she’d woken in his arms. It felt even better than the first time, no doubt because they’d forged such a powerful connection the night before.
Everything felt different now. The intimacy that they’d shared hadn’t just been s*x in the shower, but what came after. The soft kisses, the gentle caresses, the caring for each other. She’d become more comfortable with him, so much so that she felt no shyness about moving her hand down his chest toward his pajama bottoms and slipping her fingers under his waistband.
His breathing was still slow and even, and she wondered how long he would stay that way given the proper encouragement. She found his shaft, semi-erect, an
