“You can wake me up like that anytime.”
“I don’t know what came over me. I fear I may be becoming addicted to you.”
He kissed my forehead once more, probably because I couldn’t force myself to look at him.
My cheeks were burning at the thought of what I’d just done.
“Best day ever,” he whispered.
We laid there just holding each other. No words were necessary. For the moment my sex drive was low, even though I knew that one touch from him would spike it through the roof again.
I groaned at the thought.
“Is it always going to be like this?”
“Like what?”
I scowled. There was no way he wasn’t feeling it too.
“This. Always wanting you. You should know I’m a bit of a workaholic but even knowing I have a ton to do isn’t dragging me from this bed.”
“I sure hope so, because I love having you naked in my bed.”
As nice as that sounded, it wasn’t long before my stomach began to rumble and the need for a bathroom arose.
“Reality sucks,” I whined. “Why can’t we just stay in bed forever.”
“I will happily feast on you for the rest of my life.” He nibbled on my neck, and I wiggled away from him, because if I didn’t, I really wouldn’t get out of his bed.
It wasn’t until I forced myself away and stood there with my hands on my hips that I remembered I was completely naked.
His eyes drank me in and a familiar pulsating set in between my legs.
“Monte, stop.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“You can’t look at me like that.”
“Oh yes I can.”
I tried to give him a stern look.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
He growled, causing me to jump back in surprise.
Then he jumped out of bed and pulled out a pair of drawstring shorts and a T-shirt from his drawers.
“Put these on,” he demanded.
I just stared at him like he’d lost his mind.
He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Please.”
“You growled at me,” I complained as I begrudgingly got dressed.
