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These are going to be the hardest five minutes of my life.
I strip to my boxers. Alyssa is in her bedroom, nearly naked, desperate for my hands on her body.
I wait for her to say "come in," to taunt me the way I always taunt her, but there's nothing. Finally, I can't take it anymore. I open the bedroom door.
And Alyssa is lying there, in that unbelievably sexy silk lingerie, fast asleep.
It's disappointing, but there's something so adorable about her like that, her body splayed over the bed like she's waiting to be ravaged.
I pull the covers over her head and get in bed next to her. I'll torture her plenty tomorrow.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Alyssa
The smell of coffee wafts into the bedroom. My boyfriend is making me coffee. I'm the luckiest girl in the whole fucking world.
And then it hits me--I fell asleep last night. I fell asleep and somehow managed to stay asleep in this utterly gorgeous silk lingerie.
There's no use crying over spilled milk. I'm already dressed to kill. All I need to do is wash my face and brush my teeth and I'll get Luke right where I want him.
Luke is in the kitchen sipping a mug of tea, wearing nothing but his navy boxers. He has a devilish grin on his face. So he's not going to make this easy.
He looks me over slowly. "That's some outfit for breakfast."
"And yours?"
He brushes his shoulders and chest like he's smoothing his shirt. "You like it?"
I nod. I like it. And I'd like it more if those were my hands on his body.
Luke stands and moves towards me. He places his hands on my shoulders and runs his fingertips over my collarbone. His lips are inches from mine and my body hums from the proximity.
He brushes his lips against mine, as softly as humanly possible. His hands slide down my shoulders. I lean into him, grabbing his waist.
He kisses me harder, sucking on my lips.
Then the microwave beeps. Luke pulls away, the smile on his face lighting up his big, brown eyes. "Your breakfast is ready."
"Fuck breakfast."
"Sounds painful." He slides his fingers over my spine, his touch soft and delicate. "Unless. Do you have a banana you want to put in your... well, not in your oatmeal, I guess."
I fold my arms. "I hate you."
He smiles and kisses me again, hard, a kiss that says you're going to wait. "We have a full day ahead of us. You'll need your energy." He pulls away from me, finishes fixing breakfast, and takes a seat at the kitchen table. His gaze returns to me, passing over my body again. "You look amazing."
Not amazing enough, apparently.
"Don't pout, Ally. I'd love to fuck you right now."
My teeth sink into my lip and I reach for something, anything to grab.
"But first, I'm going to torture you all day. Until you're so wet, so ready that you think you might die if I don't fuck you properly."
Jesus Christ.
"How does that sound?"
