Present Day
Celia woke just as the sun began to slip through the windows, casting a soft glow around the room. Strong arms held her close, her back pressed against Lucas’s solid chest.
She smiled. It had been a long time since she had woken up in his arms. Even before he left, he rarely stayed the night for fear of getting caught. Now, though, his arms tightened when she shifted, and she felt his hips move, his morning wood pressing against her backside.
“Morning,” he murmured, his voice rough from sleep.
“Morning,” she replied, shifting her hips again to tease him.
“Vixen,” he gasped, pressing into her.
She giggled and turned in his arms so she could see his face. His brown hair was a messy tumble across his forehead, and his honey eyes were still hazy with sleep. She cupped his jaw
