Amara shifted beneath the sheets, her body protesting about the warmth she was about to lose. She tried to roll away, but Elias's arm was anchored firmly around her waist. His chest was pressed against her naked back, steady and solid, with his breath ghosting over the nape of her neck.
"Where do you think you're going?" his voice was husky, and still thick with sleep.
She stilled, her lips pressing into a thin line. She could feel the strength in his hold, and the way his arm fit so easily around her, keeping her in place.
And damn it. His cologne lingered on her skin, soft and familiar, like it had sunk into her last night. She hated that she loved it.
"It's morning," she murmured, her tone flat, anf neutral. "I need to get up."
His hold tightened slightly, pulling her closer instead of letting go. "Just a little longer," he said, his lips brushing against her hair. There was no demand in his voice. Just a quiet plea that settled too easily against her defenses.
