Disoriented, she lifted her head and blinked sunlight out of her eyes. It took a moment for the room to become familiar, and then the racing of her pulse drowned out any other sound. She was in Dakota’s bed. Ever groaned silently. This was going to be a bitch. Firm lips pressed into her spine, then Dakota used his tongue to trace the curve of her left hip and moved upward. He was kissing and licking her tattoos. “Wake up, sleepy,” he murmured. “Breakfast is served.” She narrowed her eyes even though he couldn’t see. “Am I breakfast?” His low chuckle vibrated on her skin. “Do you want to be? Cause I’ve got no problems with that.” Sliding a palm down the expanse of her back, he caressed her ass. “Spend the day with me.” The fuck? Ever scrambled to a sitting position, facing him. God, such a mistake. Those dark eyes were heavy-lidded, aroused. His mess of hair framed his face and hung to his shoulders. Naked shoulders. Bronzed, smooth, and well-muscled. Damn, the man was full on naked.
