They’d never stopped to eat, each being content to “live on love”. He smiled as he remembered Tempest giggling that sometime yesterday evening. As her stomach rumbled beneath his hand, he suspected she wouldn’t feel the same this morning. Finding food would be high on their agenda, right after checking out of this place. With a contented sound, Tempest turned in his arms and snuggled into his chest. Her lips closed around his nipple and tugged at the small gold ring. “Morning, angel,” he gasped. “Hungry,” she murmured. “Need coffee.” She gave the ring another gentle pull, sending a spark straight to his groin. “Tempest…” His fingers dug into her ass, dragging her tight to him. “Keep that up and it will be noon before we eat. And—” Her stomach growled in support of his statement. “I think we need to feed you.” “I’m fine,” she grumbled, slipping from his arms and swinging her legs from the bed. She wrenched the sheet up with her, like a shroud to hide her ivory perfection.
