He blinked and rubbed his eyes. Looking down at the woman sleeping on his chest, he smiled. Her blonde curls were everywhere. He sifted his fingers through them, breathing in the coconut scent that always accompanied her. “Morning,” she said, her voice sleepy and cute as hell. She started to slide off of him, but he wrapped his arms around her. “Morning.” He kissed the top of her head. “How about breakfast in bed?” “I can whip up some pancakes.” She stretched against him, her breasts straining against his t-shirt. His cock throbbed, reminding him of exactly what he should be doing with it. “Breakfast can wait.” Though he’d planned on cooking for her, not the other way around. He slipped the t-shirt over her head and rose above her, taking in full breasts and bright pink nipples. “Think I’ll have some dessert first.” Kissing his way down her stomach, he parted her with two thumbs and her hips jumped. “What are you doing?” He grinned up at her. “Getting ready to eat.”
