I feel her breath catch.
“Still sleeping?” I murmur.
She shifts slightly, her voice low and hazy. “Kane?”
“Mornin’, sweetheart.” My lips graze her skin again. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You were kissing me awake.”
“Could’ve done worse things.”
Her fingers find my hair, tangle in it. She gives a gentle tug. “I like it.”
I hum against her thigh. “Good.”
I start slow. Lazy. Gentle. Just waking her body up. Her legs part, soft and sleepy and trusting.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
She’s already wet. Already warm. The taste of her hits me like a punch to the gut. My tongue draws lazy circles, then flutters just the way I remember made her whimper last night.
Her hips lift instinctively. A low, sleepy sound slips from her throat.
I find the spot. The one that makes her gasp and tremble. I focus there, steady and sure. I want to hear her fall apart again.
“Please,” she breathes.
I give her more. Two fingers, slow and deep, curling as my tongue keeps working. Her fingers tighten in my hair. Her thighs tremble.
“Kane—”
I don’t stop. I want her to come before she’s even fully awake.
She does. Hard. Sudden. A gasp and a shudder that rolls through her entire body. I don’t let go right away, licking herthrough it, until she pushes at my head, too sensitive to take more.
I rise slowly, licking her taste from my lips. She’s flushed and dazed, hair a wild halo on the pillow.
“Good morning,” I say, grinning.
She gives me a sleepy smile. “Very good morning.”
I kiss her. She tastes herself on me. I feel her legs slide around my waist again.
“Are you sore?” I ask, brushing hair from her cheek.
“A little,” she admits. “But I still want you inside me.”
That wrecks me in the best way.
“Good,” I growl. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about this since you fell asleep.”
I guide myself into her slowly. She’s still slick and relaxed from her orgasm, and I slide in smooth, filling her inch by inch.
She gasps, and her eyes flutter closed.
“Eyes on me,” I say, voice low and rough.
She opens them, gaze hazy and hungry.
