Aria's POV
Something soft brushed my cheek—the expensive sheets. The familiar scent of his cologne filled my nostrils before I even opened my eyes. That masculine, woodsy smell that always made my body react in ways I couldn't control. I must have fallen asleep in his arms after our intense session last night.
"Is Mrs. Carter finally awake?" His deep voice came from above me, that hint of amusement unmistakable.
I instinctively looked up, meeting those dark eyes that seemed to see right through me. The vivid dream I'd been having—where he had me pressed against the wall of our shower, water cascading over our bodies as he—God, I couldn't even look at him without blushing.
"Good morning," I mumbled, averting my gaze. "I need to brush my teeth!"
I scrambled out of bed from t
