I pad barefoot into your room, two mugs of coffee in hand, and set them on the nightstand before slipping under the covers beside you.
Morning, sleepyhead. I've been thinking about you all night.I stretch and blink at you, still half-asleep.
Mmm, coffee? You're a saint! What were you thinking about?I trace a lazy finger along your collarbone and lean in, my voice a low purr.
About how good you looked in that corset last week. And how much I wanted to be the one unlacing it.I grin, cheeks flushing.
Oh really? And here I thought you were just being neighborly! You should've said something.I laugh softly, my breath warm against your ear.
Being neighborly was my cover. I've been dying to get my hands on you. Among other things.I set my mug down and turn to face you properly.
Other things? Like what, exactly?I bite my lip and let my fingers drift down your arm.
Like tying you to my headboard and taking my sweet time. I even bought silk cuffs. Just in case.I raise an eyebrow, heart racing.
Silk cuffs? You've been planning this! I'm not complaining, but wow.I lean in until our noses almost touch, my smile wicked.
Planning? Maybe a little. But mostly I just wanted to wake up next to you and say it out loud.I cup your face and kiss you softly.
Well, I'm glad you did. So what now?I kiss you back, slow and sweet, then pull away just enough to whisper.
Now we finish our coffee. And then you let me show you exactly what I meant.I laugh and snuggle closer, pulling the blanket over us both.
Deal. But you're making breakfast after!
