Lina's POV
I woke to the smell of pine and musk wrapped around me, but it wasn't Adrian's arm across my waist that pulled me out of sleep. It was his mouth, hot and open against the back of my neck, and the slow, deliberate roll of his hips grinding the hard length of him against my ass through the thin cotton between us.
"Adrian." His name came out wrecked already, half a moan, and I felt him smile against my skin.
"Morning," he murmured, and his hand slid down over my stomach, blunt fingers dragging low, lower, until they curled between my thighs and found me already slick. "Christ. You're soaked, honey. You were dreaming about something."
"I wasn't—" But my hips were already pushing back into his hand, chasing the pressure, and the lie died in my throat as his fingers part
