Believing Oriana was already in deep sleep, he was later startled to find her nuzzling against his nape. His body stiffened, but even before he could say a word, her hand distracted him. Her hand was boldly caressing his broad chest.
"Aren't you sleeping?"
"I am dreaming," she replied, her voice still raspy from sleep.
"What are you dreaming about?"
"Tasty food."
Amused, Arlan wondered if this feisty lass was sleep-talking or flirting with him. The next moment, a groan left his mouth as the woman in his arms bit his neck. Even before he could react, her hand moved to explore his chest, her bold hands daring to go underneath his shirt. The top buttons were undone, giving her hand liberty to explore the contours of his muscles before tracing his collarbones.
'She is a pervert even in her sleep.'
Before her hand could move deeper inside his shirt, he grabbed her hand.
