Scarlett hovered over my body, her head down, lips against my skin, hair fanned out over my chest. She smelled of melon and a candied-rose scented cream. She had washed away the scent of me from her body.
I’d remedy that situation soon.
“Good morning,” she breathed against my skin, her eyes coming up to meet mine.
“Morning, baby,” I said, voice husky from sleep. I reached out a hand and touched her face. “Happy Anniversary.”
A big smile came to her face, and like the spider monkey she was, she crawled up my body, landing on top of me.
“Ooof!” My stomach crunched up, causing my muscles to contract. “I’m strong, but I’m not made of steel.”
She had practice today, and she was dressed in all blue. The symbolism behind it did funny things to my heart.
“Oh,” she said, her hand moving slowly under the covers. Her face transformed and her eyes turning wicked when I made a noise that she liked, after she had taken my dick in her hand. “I think you’re lying about the steel.”
“Parts,” I barely got out. “Not my entire body.”
She was out to slay me with her love before she went off to make the world a better place with her dance.
“Stay home with me today.” I lifted my hips, my breath hitching at her insistent touch. “We’ll stay in bed all day.”
“You’ll feed me pasta?”
“Yeah.” I made a noise that made her lick her lips. “Pasta. Ice Cream. Anything you fucking want.”
“Hmmm,” she said, pushing the covers off of me. “God, you’re beautiful. I love this,” she ran a hand over my chest. “And this,” her hand drifted even lower. “Your Adonis Belt. It’s so deep.” Then she used her tongue to outline the shape.
I cursed and she looked up, pleased with herself.
“Feel good?” Her eyes danced in the early morning light, the blue of her dance outfit setting off her pale pink skin and dark auburn hair. “Tell me that it does.”
She let out a rush of warm air after I flipped her so fast on her back that she didn’t have time to react or recover. Her chest heaved underneath me, breasts pressed up against my bare chest. Her breath left her in pants.
I could feel her heartbeat and could see the pulse of it underneath her tender skin if I looked hard enough. She licked her lips, making the rosy tint of them almost red. Pinning her arms above her head, I felt the beat of my life beneath her skin.
I growled deep in my throat. “I want you here with me all day.”
“What about tonight?” Her hips came up, teasing me.
“That’s a given. Your nights are mine. You’re all mine.”
“True.” She came up and kissed me, taking my bottom lip between her teeth, slowly pulling away. “But if I feel so damn good, why are you stopping me from being on top?”
“You want to be on top, Ballerina Girl.”
“I have plans.”
I stared at her for a few drawn-out seconds, letting her wiggle and whimper underneath me, until I released her.
“See them through then.” My tongue darted out, wetting my bottom lip.
“You have a tongue like a lizard,” she said, her eyes on the spot I’d just licked, her voice soft.
I grinned.
“Dragon,” she breathed.
I stuck my tongue out at her. She caught it with her teeth before her tongue invaded my mouth. She started the same procession that had woken me up—hands fluttering, lips trailing, wet lines left along my skin. I caught a glimpse of a warm cup of water next to the bed, steam rising from the liquid.
