Vivian's POV
Consciousness returned slowly as warmth spread between my thighs.
I had been drifting in that space between sleep and waking for several minutes, content to feel Liam's solid chest pressed against my back, his arms wrapped around me like a protective shield. But something in my breathing must have given away that I was no longer asleep.
His lips found the sensitive spot on my neck, and his hand traced lazy patterns across my stomach before moving up to cup my breast. Then he was turning me onto my back, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Done pretending to sleep?" he asked, his voice rough with morning desire.
"I'm not pretending," I protested weakly, though my body was already responding to his touch. "I'm completely unconscious."
"Is that so?" Without warning, he gripped the delicate fabric of my panties and tore them at the seams. "Then I guess I'll have to wake you up properly."
