“You’re awake, I mean,” she says.
“I am now. Someone was rubbing on me.”
If we were in our bed at home, I’d already have her gasping out my name to wish her good morning.
“Oops.”
She doesn’t sound sorry at all. I give her hip a light tug and she turns to face me with a yawn. I tip her chin up and give her a kiss.
“Did you sleep good?”
“Mhm. I think I was having a pretty good dream before I woke up.”
“Yeah?” Another kiss, this one more insistent. “Hey.”
She winds her arms around me. “Yes?”
“You’re mine.”
Her smile curves against mine. My embrace cinches, pulling her on top of me.
“I think you mean you’remine,” she sasses.
“Nope. Definitely mine.”
“Oh yeah?”
I kiss her grin, tasting her stifled laughter. Her hands roam where she pleases, mapping my arms, shoulders, chest, down my abdomen.
“This? All mine.”
“I could say the same,” I say with a handful of her ass.
Her exploration moves lower. She peeks up at me through her lashes when she reaches my cock and gives it a tantalizing stroke. A low moan escapes me. She grips it firmer and jerks me until I’m rock hard.
I tease her with my teeth beneath her ear. She stifles a giggle when I roll her beneath me.
It’s early enough. We must be the only ones awake. There’s time before she has to leave my bed.
“Need me again so soon, baby? If we sneak into the shower, I’ll fuck you how you like. But you have to promise to be quiet. Your screams will wake this whole house.”
“No,” she says with a groggy laugh. “This is good.”
“I’m about to make it a whole lot better,” I promise, shifting to kiss my way down her perfect curves, intent on having my favorite meal.
We both freeze when there’s a short knock at the door before it swings open.
“Cole, would you give me a hand? I don’t want to spoil the surprise before Eve?—”
Ohfuck.
Eve shrieks, yanking the covers up to cover herself. Somehow my bare ass ends up exposed. The color drains from my face. I gape at her, then whip my head around to face her father.
David is silent for a beat that feels like the longest second in history. Then he leaves without saying a word.
“Shit,” Eve hisses as she winds the blanket tighter around herself. “Shit, shit,shit.”
I sit up, drawing my girlfriend-turned-blanket burrito into my arms.
