My face heats up, and my cheeks burn. How do I admit that, yes, I’m the dork who couldn’t help a whimper at the sight of a naked man?

I try to shake my head, but suddenly his hand frames my chin, and his light touch tightens.

“Like what you see?” There’s a twinkle in his eyes, and I struggle to breathe.

Is he talking about his body or his cock? Does it even matter?

“Why are you still in bed?” I blurt.

Rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, indicating that it’s way past sunrise. In all our time in this suite, Lukas has always been up before me.

“A girl deserves to be cuddled and pampered the next morning.”

He doesn’t say the next morning after sex, because of course that’s implied. What feels strange to me is his use of a girl, instead of you or my name.

“What if the girl doesn’t like cuddling?”

His eyebrows shoot up. “You don’t like to cuddle?”

“I like cuddling just fine. I wasn’t sure about the other girls you cuddle.” I can only keep my face straight for two seconds. Soon, I’m giggling like a twelve-year-old and a slow, sexy grin spreads on Lukas’ face.

“You brat!” He pounces on me, and I fall onto the bed with him on top.

We’re still smiling, but my heartbeat has accelerated up to the highest levels.

“I was talking about only you.” He grins sheepishly, and I faintly remember he said something to me last night about…

“So what does a girl who doesn’t like cuddling want?” The cleft of Lukas’ chin stands proud.

“I told you I like cuddling.” My voice comes out breathy.

But he pretends not to listen. “Uh-huh, maybe she likes this.” He places a kiss behind my ear and bites my earlobe. “Or perhaps this.”

His mouth drifts lower to my neck and he sucks hard. His lips travel down, kissing and sucking every part of my skin until he’s kneeling on the bed. He guides my legs up to rest on his shoulders, and I almost cry in anticipation.

It’s freaking daytime. Having sex under covers is one thing, but this…

But then Lukas’ mouth delves between my legs, and I tell my brain: day or night, it doesn’t matter. I’d do anything to have Lukas’ mouth on my sex.

His expert tongue is so magical that I climb heights and heights of desire, wanting more and more of all that he’s giving me without hesitation. I grip the duvet, and my thighs tighten around his head before I’m thrashing against them, letting myself bask in the euphoria of his magic.

My legs are almost like Jell-O when he places them onto the bed and stretches beside me. I turn to face him, and the sexy, boyish grin on his face clutches my chest.