I trace one finger down her spine, and she stirs, making a small sound of protest.
"Shadow," she mumbles against my chest. "Too early."
"It's almost six," I tell her, my hand sliding lower to cup her ass. "Sun's been up for an hour."
She lifts her head, squinting at me through sleep-heavy eyes. "Then why didn't you wake me?"
"Because you looked too damn good sleeping in my bed." I pull her up my body until we're face to face. "Wanted to just watch you for a while."
Her cheeks flush pink. "That's creepy."
"That's honest." I kiss her, slow and deep, tasting sleep and something that's purely Grace. "Besides, I figured you needed the rest after last night."
Her flush deepens. "We should—you have to go talk to my dad?—"
"Not yet." I roll her beneath me, settling between her thighs. "Got a little time first."
"Shadow—"
I cut her off with another kiss, this one harder, more demanding.
My hand finds her breast, thumb circling her nipple until it peaks.
"Been wanting you again since the second I woke up," I murmur against her mouth. "Couldn't stop thinking about how good you feel wrapped around me."
Grace's breath hitches. Her hands slide up my back, nails digging in slightly. "We really should?—"
"Should what?" I kiss down her throat, pausing to bite gently at one of the marks I left. "Talk? Plan? Worry about your father?"
"Yes," she gasps as my hand slides between her legs, finding her already wet.
"Later." I slip two fingers inside her, watching her back arch. "Right now, I want you. Need you. And you need me too, don't you, darlin'?"
"Yes," she admits, her hips rolling against my hand. "God, yes."
"That's my good girl." I withdraw my fingers, position myself at her entrance. "Gonna take my time with you this morning. Make you feel so good you forget everything else."
I push inside slowly, inch by inch, watching her face as she stretches around me.
She's still tight despite how many times I've taken her, and the squeeze of her body around mine makes my vision blur.
"Fuck, Grace." I bottom out, buried as deep as I can go. "You feel perfect. So perfect for me."
She whimpers, her legs wrapping around my waist. "Move. Please."
"Patience." I hold still, letting her adjust, letting us both feel this. "Want to make this last."
I start moving—slow, deep strokes that make her gasp.
This is different. Intimate.
Taking my time to learn every sound she makes, every place that makes her shudder.
"So beautiful," I murmur, watching her face. "Look at you, spread out in my bed, taking everything I give you. This is how I want you. Every morning. Every night."
Grace's hands fist in the sheets. "Shadow?—"
"You like that idea?" I pick up the pace slightly, my thumb finding her clit. "Waking up in my bed? Going to sleep with me inside you?"
