““With extreme care, Morgan curved his arm around her waist and pulled her back against him, so they were pressed together spoon fashion. Vivien couldn't prevent a small gasp at the animal heat and hardness of his body, evident through the nightclothes that separated them. "You're not afraid, are you?" he murmured at the soft sound. "No," she replied breathlessly. "But... I'm having a difficult time thinking of you as a friend." The arm at her waist tightened a minute degree. "Good," he said thickly.””
