Instead, I’m trying not to breathe too hard, thinking of all the ways I want last night to happen again and again and again.
I turn gently under his hold until we’re face-to-face.
Am I worried about morning breath?
A little.
Am I mesmerized by the sweet yet sexy face in front of me?
Oh yes.
I reach up to cup his cheeks, letting my thumb brush over his stubble. He always has a little scruff, but I bet he’d look great with a full-faced beard.
My gaze takes in his chiseled jawline, the scar, now faded, on his chin that he got our first year out of college from an innocent volleyball game, the way his eyebrows look more groomed than mine, the way his plump lips are calling to me.
They’ve never called to me the way they are now.
I know how soft they are, but I want to touch them again.
I lean in, wondering if he’d like me to wake him with kisses. I know my best friend Tobias, but more-than-friends Tobias—now that’s a completely different person to me.
“You better be planning to kiss me right now.”
I hold back my smile, biting my lip as his eyes flash open.
“I was thinking about it.”
“Don’t think too hard, Dove. If it’s something you want, it's something I want.”
Oh, is this cheesy line Tobias?
“Hmm, is that so?”
“Very,” he says just before his hand slides from my hip to my backside and jerks me against him. “Now, tell me what you want this morning. A kiss, a hug, my face between your legs eating you and licking you until you can’t think anymore?”
I swallow and nod. “That one.”
I assume he’s going to pull anare you sure?oryou got it!line, but instead, he lifts the sheets and crawls under.
He grabs my thighs and spreads them, causing me to shift to my back all in one move.
My body temperature instantly spikes, so I flip the sheets down to look at him.
With his head between my legs, he grins up at me.
“Sleeping without clothes is officially a requirement for you.”
Then he places one long, slow lick against my core. My back starts to bow, but he reaches up to place his forearm over my hips, holding me down.
Then he eats as if he’s a starved man and I’m the only thing that can refuel him.
“Fuck,” I say quietly, running one hand through my hair while the other pulls at the hair on Tobias’s head.
“Say more,” he instructs. “Tell me how you want it.”
I take a moment to focus on my breathing. How do I want it? Is he kidding me?
“I want it just like that.”
