Sienna’s POV

“You are already wet again.”

Kane’s voice was rough with sleep as his fingers moved between my legs. Gray morning light filtered through the rain-streaked window. The storm had finally quieted to a soft drizzle. Somewhere outside tires hissed over wet pavement. Reality was returning and neither of us seemed ready for it.

I pushed back against his hand with a soft moan. His chest pressed to my back. His half-hard cock rested against the curve of my ass. Two fingers slid deeper into my cunt, slow and thorough, collecting the mess he had left inside me hours earlier.

“Kane,” I whispered.

“Shh. Let me feel you.”

He...