"Early." His hand slides under my tank top. "But I couldn't stop thinking about you."
I'm immediately more awake. "You’ve been beside me all night.”
"Shh." He kisses down my collarbone. "Let me take care of you."
His hands are everywhere—sliding up my sides, cupping my breasts, trailing down my stomach. I arch into him, already forgetting why I should protest.
"I have practice," I manage.
"Skip it."
"I can't skip—oh." His fingers find me through my panties, and I lose my train of thought completely.
He pulls my tank top over my head, his mouth immediately finding my breast. His tongue circles my nipple, and I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him there.
"You're wearing too many clothes," I breathe.
He pulls back long enough to strip off his shirt and boxers. Then he's back, his body covering mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
I love the feeling of him—solid muscle, warm skin, and the slight roughness of his jaw against my neck.
"I need you," he says against my ear. "Need to be inside you."
"Yes. Please."
He positions himself between my thighs, his eyes locked on mine as he pushes inside slowly.
We both groan at the sensation.
"God, you feel so good," he breathes.
He starts to move at a languid pace, like we both don’t have to be anywhere. I love mornings with him. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
His hands cup my face before he kisses me. My hands slide down his back, reveling in the feel of his muscles.
I can feel myself getting close. That coiling tension is building low in my belly. He pulls back, pushing up on his arms like he’s doing a push-up. The shift in position hits just the right spot. I see stars dancing in front of my eyes.
The orgasm crashes through me. I cry out, my body clenching around him.
He follows immediately, groaning my name as he finds his release.
We stay like that for a moment, both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
"I love you," he says.
"I love you, too."
He kisses me softly before rolling away.
I stretch, feeling deliciously satisfied and completely relaxed.
Then I see the clock.
"Shit!" I bolt upright. "I have practice in twenty minutes!"
I'm already scrambling out of bed, looking for my clothes. Then I realize I’m in his room. I grab the top sheet, wrap it around me, and rush out of his room and nearly take out Holden.
He grins. “In a hurry?”
