Jill scrunched her nose, trying to dislodge whatever was causing the tickle. When nothing happened, she opened her eyes to find a mass of dark blond hair in front of her face. She leaned her head back and took a full breath, stretching an arm above her head. She rolled forward again, flattening Reagan’s hair with her palm. As she wrapped her arm around her waist, Reagan stirred and melted into Jill’s embrace.

She kissed the top of Reagan’s bare shoulder. “Morning.”

Reagan turned, pushing Jill onto her back and curling into her side. “Mmmm,” Reagan mumbled into her chest.

Tired Reagan was adorable. Jill laughed as she kissed the top of her head. “Not a morning person, huh?”

She blinked a few times and wiped at her eyes. “I can’t say it’s my favorite time of day.” Reagan propped her head on her hand, drawing her eyes up and down Jill’s body. “Although, if I had this view every morning when I woke up, I think mornings would be my new favorite time of day.”

Jill pulled her between her legs. “Is that so?” She lifted her head, brushing small nibbles along the length of Reagan’s jaw and down her neck.

Reagan sighed. “God, yes.”

“I can do so much more to make morning your favorite time of day.”

Jill felt her shudder when she licked the base of her throat. She wanted to touch her everywhere and find each spot that would get that reaction. But when she cupped Reagan’s breasts in her hands, Reagan pulled away and pushed herself up.

“What’s wrong?”

Reagan glanced down at Jill’s bare breasts and licked her lips before raising her gaze. “I can’t stay. I’m supposed to meet Carly for coffee in thirty minutes.”

“Oh. That’s okay,” Jill replied, brushing Reagan’s hair behind her ears. “Guess I’ll just have to show you another time.”

“Deal,” Reagan said with a smile. “Do you mind if I use your shower?”

“Go ahead.”

“Thanks.” Reagan kissed her quickly before hopping off the bed and leaving Jill alone.

Jill let out a quiet whimper of disappointment as Reagan retreated into the bathroom. Her exit did little to squash Jill’s arousal. As she heard the shower turn on, she slipped her hand between her legs. She was wet and ready, her clit throbbing, and she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to come. She rolled her hips into her hand, making slow circles around her clit. Scenes from the night before played over and over in her mind. Reagan’s hot breath on her face. The way she gripped her hand. How she sounded when she came. She bit her lip to hold in the moans that threatened to escape. A husky voice from the doorway stole her attention.