#CHAPTER 114: Reality Check

Sarah POV I woke up deeply content, happily warm and incredibly comfortable, breathing my favorite smell in the world and ready to just spend eternity right where I was. Then I realized “where I was” was Zane’s bed. My eyes flew open. I was lying over his (muscled with a soft down of hair) chest, and his arm was over my waist. His slow breaths were tickling my hair. The dimness of the room comforted me. It was still night. Slowly, I began to pull away. The arm around me tightened. “Stay.” “I can’t,” I whispered. “I need to get back to my bed.” “Stay anyway, just a few more minutes.” “I really—” I stifled a yelp as he flipped us over so I was on my back. With a little smile I could barely see, he looked over my breasts as though considering a painting. He looked up into my eyes, and then slowly he lowered his head until his lips were resting against my right nipple. He hummed a low note and puckered, pulling his lips around the hardening bump. A little shot of arousa