Chapter Eighteen
Lucy
I came awake slowly. Levi’s bedroom was dark, save the soft glow from the night light beside the bed. He was curled up behind me. I was so warm and relaxed, I couldn’t help but savor how protected I felt wrapped tight in his embrace.
I could feel his arousal pressing against my bottom and the slick heat between my thighs. It didn’t seem to matter whether I was awake or asleep, my body responded to him. I wanted him. Badly.
As if to illustrate the point, without my brain even forming a thought, I shifted my hips, pressing back into the hard, hot length of his c**k. I almost moaned aloud.
There were fuzzy fragments of the sleepy memory of him carrying me inside, but I didn’t remember him undressing me.
My thoughts were hazy, sleepy, and soaked with desire. Too man
