Grace's POV
I stirred awake the following morning to something large and firm pressing against my backside. A yawn escaped my lips, and as consciousness slowly returned, I realized I was lying against Carlos's arm while his other arm encircled my waist.
He was holding me close in a spooning position, which struck me as odd since I distinctly remembered us sleeping with a pillow barrier between us.
Glancing back over my shoulder, I saw Carlos still deep in slumber.
Yet his obvious arousal was rock-hard beneath the sheets, continuously grinding against me.
"Mmh... Gracie..."
"Oh, shit!" I bolted upright when it dawned on me that Carlos might be having an erotic dream about me. I frantically wrestled free from his hold, pushing against him with considerable effort. Even unconscious, he seemed reluctant to release me.
Once I'd successfully broken free, Carlos's brow furrowed immediately. He groaned and started searching around for me.
