Sutton shifts, hogging more comforter. She fell asleep in my arms, but I quickly learned she doesn’t cuddle. I don’t even think I’m a sleeping cuddler. My arm awkwardly positioned under her, my bicep fell asleep, and it took twenty minutes to stop the tingling.
I roll over, dragging the sleeping beauty into me.
“Mmmm.”
“Morning, baby,” I mumble into the fabric by her ear.
“Baby.”
“Do you want me to call you something else?”
“No. I like baby.”
“Okay, baby.”
“Sutton and Dave are still good, too.”
“They’ll be on rotation. Mine somewhere in the mix, too.” I can feel her smile. “How’d you sleep?”
“Good. You?” She turns over, faces me.
“Me too.”
She wiggles further into me. Kisses my nose. “I like waking up with you.”
“I could get used to it.”
“Our roommates might get sick of us.”
“As if they aren’t already.” I kiss her lips. “What are your plans today?”
“I was going to go on a run. I’m up to five miles now,” she says proudly. “Or skating.”
“Want to go after breakfast?”
“Cooper, no. You have a game later. Aren’t you late for morning skate, already? What time is it?”
“The game is at eight.” The girls are playing before us, which is why Coach cancelled our morning skate. The Pond is open from eleven to twelve if we want to go. “We have the morning off, and you don’t have morning classes today, which means”—I undo her confines, push myself over top of her—“I have all morning to spend with you.” I drop my weight onto her. Bring my mouth to hers and murmur, “Thinking I could spend time here.” Roll my hips against hers. Sutton swallows a moan. “Then some real breakfast. Then we can go on the run. Maybe some lunch.” I roll my hips against her again, this time, I capture her light, airy moan. “You could study or whatever in my bed. Your bed or couch, I don’t care. You drive me to my game, and then afterward I could go home with you.”
I roll my hips a third time. Sutton circles her legs around my hips, holding me to her.
“I’d like that.” Her hips move over mine. “A lot, but there’s one problem with your plans.”
She leans to her right, flipping us over. Her thighs on either side of mine. She rolls her hips and leans down to kiss me.
“What’s that?” I ask breathily, extremely turned on.
“It’s finally later.”
She starts kissing along my jaw, down my bare chest. Her tongue traces the divots of my abdomen. Leaving a sizzling trail of heat behind.
Dainty fingers curl in the waistband of my boxer briefs. Her nails tickle the sensitive skin as she drags them down my legs.
Sutton sits up. Her nipples hard and pointed, their outline visible through my white shirt. The same color as her underwear with the smallest pink bow in the center, which was the center of most of my dreams last night.
I don’t think she realizes how her eyes are tracking over my body. Her lower body shifts, rubbing against my thigh as she tracks lower and lower. Sutton’s tongue peeks out, licking her lips demurely.
“You’re so…Wow. I…um…well…”
