Derek moaned when he came up behind Gia. He slid his arms around her waist to pull her back against him and nuzzle her neck. They’d both called in to work and said they were taking Thursday morning off. It had seemed like a necessity after being up all night making love. Although part of the morning had been spent that way as well, rather than catching up on sleep. “Maybe we should just take the afternoon, too,” he suggested. It was almost eleven. When Gia had finally gotten out of bed she’d put on the first thing she could reach—his shirt. That was all she was wearing to make coffee. Derek had followed her into the kitchen after pulling on what had remained of his clothes on the bedroom floor. His chest was bare and even though Gia was facing the counter, she could see his reflection in the side of the toaster. And that was enough. She melted against him, tipping her head to one side to allow him free access to her neck, closing her eyes and wanting to go back to bed with him so much it was as if they hadn’t made love at all yet.
