The bathroom door clicked open behind me.
I didn’t turn.
I didn’t need to.I could feel him—the heat of him and his presence.
And then, warm arms slid around my waist, pulling me back against a solid wall of muscle.I let out a soft breath as my back met his chest, my body instantly relaxing into him like it knew exactly where it belonged.
“Morning, sugar,” he murmured against my neck.
His voice was rough and sleepy, still thick with everything from last night.
“Morning,” I whispered.
His lips brushed my skin.Slow.Hot.Deliberate.
I tilted my head back, giving him more without even thinking about it.“Mm,” I breathed as he pressed another kiss just below my ear.
His grip tightened slightly around my waist, pulling me closer.“You smell like coffee and trouble,” he muttered.
I smiled, leaning further back into him.“I feel like trouble.”
He huffed out a quiet laugh against my skin, then kissed me again—lower this time, and slower.
My fingers tightened around the edge of the counter.“I could start my mornings like this all the time,” I said softly.
“Yeah?”he asked, his voice dropping.
“Yeah.”
His hand slid just slightly higher on my waist, his mouth trailing back up my neck.“I could get used to that,” he murmured.
The air shifted.
Just like that.
The kind of shift that made my stomach flutter and my skin heat all over again.
His lips found that spot just under my ear again, and I let out a soft sound I didn’t even try to hide.“Swift…”
“Yeah, sugar,” he said, already knowing.
I turned in his arms, my hands coming up to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under my palms.
He was shirtless and that, yeah, that was perfect.
My eyes flicked up to his, dark and focused.They were locked on me like I was the only thing in the room.
“Coffee’s gonna get cold,” I murmured, even though I made no move to step away.
He glanced at the mug, then back at me.“Not worried about the coffee.”
“Of course you’re not.”
His mouth curved slightly, then he kissed me.Slow at first, like he was giving me a chance to stop him, but I didn’t.
Not even a little.
My fingers curled into him as I kissed him back, the warmth from a few seconds ago sparking back to life instantly.
