And anyway, he was getting off on being right there, withher, after fucking, chatting and laughing.
So he was good where he was.
Mo woke again after a hand cracked his ass.
“Get up, sleepyhead.I’m making breakfast.”
He tracked Lottie with his eyes as she rounded the bed andstopped on the other side, staring down at him.
“You could be lazy, but Smithie’s given me the rest of theweek off and you have to go back to work tomorrow so I have a weeks’ worth ofgetting to know my mound ofhunkaliciousboyfriend tocram into a day so there are things to do,” she declared.“Up and at ’em.”
He pushed up to an elbow and stared back at her.
“Stop looking hot andpounceable,”she ordered.“I’m hungry and you’re out of condoms.So we also have errands torun.”
After that, she shot him a smile and wandered out, wearingwhat she wore to bed the night before.A red satin nightie that barely coveredher ass.
When he lost sight of her, he kept his gaze aimed where he’dlast seen her, then he looked down at the empty expanse of bed beside him.
He’d fallen back to sleep.
Not only did it but did it and then didn’t have the dreams.
“Jesus,” he whispered.
How…?
He didn’t ask.
He didn’t care.
He kicked the covers off his legs and got out of bed.
“Mo,” Lottie moaned, coming in his mouth.
Mo took it and then licked her clean.
When he could leave her as he wanted her, he ducked out fromunder her nightie and grabbed hold of her panties which were hooked on oneankle, most of the material lying on the kitchen floor.
He opened them, muttered, “Foot, baby,” and she moved tostep in.
He guided the panties up her legs, coming off his knees ashe did it, and pulled them over her ass, smoothing them around the waistbandwhile he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.
He then moved his hands to her waist, rubbing circles thereover her nightie with his thumbs and looking in her hazy eyes.
Christ, he liked her like that.
He liked her all the time.
But he definitely liked giving her that.
“Now we can have coffee,” he murmured, grinning at her.
Ascertaining she was steady, he moved to the Nespressomachine, mentally ticking that off the to-do list he’d been forming practicallysince he met her.
Now all he had to do was fuck her on the couch in front ofher TV, in her shower, and in his bed.
Then he could make another to-do list.
