Page 86 of Sparks Fly

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Sawyer

I woke slow.

The sheets smelled faintly of lavender and sex, and Addison was curled against me, bare, warm, and still. Her legs tangled with mine, her body wrapped around me like even in sleep, she knew exactly where she wanted to be.

I shifted just enough to kiss her lips. She stirred with a quiet sigh, stretched, then burrowed closer and tucked her face into my neck. Her lips found the skin beneath my jaw, lingering there, lazy and intimate.

“Morning,” I murmured, my voice thick with sleep.

“Mmm. Morning.” Her voice was gravelly and sweet. She kissed my throat, then my shoulder. “You smell good.”

“That’s probably you.”

She smiled against my skin. “No. It’s you. This bed. All of it.”

“This bed probably smells like sex,” I said with a laugh.

“Well, then we smell good.” Addison gave me a sleepy smirk.

We stayed tangled together, unhurried, her fingers tracing my ribs.

My hand moved slowly down her back.

She pressed closer, kissing my shoulder, then my jaw, then the edge of my ear.

My breath caught.

“Want to shower with me?” I asked, my thumb brushing the curve of her lower back.

“Do I get to touch you?”

My hand tightened around her waist. “I’m counting on it.”

She smiled and sat up, her hair wild, lips swollen, and cheeks still flushed from sleep.

The morning light made her look almost unreal.

I was already gone again.

We made our way to the bathroom, bare feet quiet against the wood floor, our bodies brushing on purpose. The water ran hot, steam filling the room and fogging the mirror as I stepped into the shower.

Addison stepped in behind me, her hair still twisted into a messy bun now.

“You’re not actually here to shower, are you?” I asked, my voice low and teasing as my gaze moved slowly over her. Thighs. Hips. Breasts. All slick and glistening beneath the water.She grinned without a trace of shame. “Nope. I’m here to be naked with you.”

I groaned, already half gone. “Fuck, baby.”

She stepped closer, closing the space between us. Heat from the water mixed with the warmth of her body as her hands moved over my skin, firm and reverent, learning every curve.

She cupped my breasts, her thumbs circling my nipples until they tightened beneath her touch. Her eyes stayed on me as my head tipped back and water ran down my throat.“Fuck,” I gasped. “Yes, baby. Just like that.”

“I love how responsive you are for me.” Her voice was low and breathless.

She brushed her lips over one breast before taking my nipple into her mouth. Her tongue moved slowly, followed by the light scrape of her teeth that pulled another moan from me.