At some point in the last hour, she must have kicked off some of her blankets. Her quilt narrowly covered one of her legs; the other was spread gloriously wide across the bed, exposing the reddish-brown hair on her pussy. It was hard to believe that she had let me between those dimpled thighs. How lucky was I?
The sun cast a golden glow on her nude body, like something out of an Italian painting. I threw on the rest of last night’s clothes, save for the blazer, and sat down beside her.
I didn’t want to wake her up. Between her responsibilities at the bookstore and the festival preparation, she had been working around the clock. She deserved to sleep in on a Sunday morning, especially after the Saturday night we’d had.
ButI also didn’t want her to wake up alone, naked, confused, and vulnerable. That was no way to start the day.
She stirred when I brushed a kiss across her forehead. “Wake up, gorgeous,” I whispered against her skin. My hand drifted over her front, gently caressing the bumblebee tattooed between her breasts.
Bella would love it. Bella would love her. Just the thought of the two of them palling around was enough to give me hives—pun intended.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, leaning into my touch. She stretched her arms out and rolled to her back. Her eyes blinked open before drifting shut once again.
“C’mon. Open those eyes,angel.”
They popped open, this time wide with surprise and a bit of apprehension. “Um, hi.”
“Hi.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Tired.” She wiggled her hips. “A little sore.”
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.
Her eyes roamed over my body, widening when they landed on the love bite on my neck. “Did I do that?”
“You sure did.” A blush creeped down her cheeks and across her breasts. I slid off my unbuttoned shirt and turned to the side, showing off the half-moons she’d carved into my skin last night while I’d fucked her. “You did these, too.”
“Oh my god!” She shot up in bed and covered her mouth. “I’m so sorry,” she said from behind closed palms.
Laughter boomed out of me. “Angel, do I sound like I’m complaining? I should be thanking you for the souvenirs.”
Her attention caught on something behind me, and I had a good guess what it was. I reached around, snatching the plate of pancakes off the end table and setting it down on one of her eight-thousand throw pillows. The one shaped like a mushroom that matched her burnt-orange bedding.
“Cinnamon apple pancakes and chicken apple sausage.” She lowered her hands and opened her mouth. “And before you ask,” I said, cutting off her protest at the start. “There are no eggs. My roommate from college was vegan, so I picked up on a few recipes over the years.”
She blinked.
“I wish I could stay longer, but I have a practice at ten and I still need to go home and change.” I twirled a tendril of her hair around my finger. “Is it okay if I call you tonight?”
“Sure.”
She swallowed when I leaned down, holding her chin between two fingers while I pecked her lips. I kept it light, a barely there kiss. One taste of her tongue would have me crawling back between her thighs, and neither of us had time for that. I was already running a few minutes behind.
When I pulled away, she licked her lips. “Have a good day.” I had just cleared the doorway when an idea hit me.
“Oh, angel?”
“Hm?” she asked around a bite of pancake. Good lord, nothing beat watching a naked woman eat pancakes. Well, almost nothing.
“You might want to check the mirror. I left a few souvenirs of my own.”
Nessa
“You still haven’t texted him back?” June asked.
I ignored her question, turning back to the women approaching my table, arm in arm in matching pumpkin sweaters and bucket hats. Talk about friendship goals.
