Spicy Desires
He lay there for a long moment, listening to her breathe, feeling the warmth of her skin against his.
Desire stirred low in his belly. Not the frantic hunger from earlier weeks, but something softer. Something that needed to connect.
He pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck. She stirred but didn’t wake fully. He kissed her again, lips trailing lightly along her shoulder, then down her spine. His hand slid under the duvet, gliding over her hip, and the curve of her waist, up to cup one breast. He brushed his thumb across her nipple in slow circles until it tightened under his touch. Charlotte sighed in her sleep, shifting closer