“Hey,” she whispers, and my eyes travel down her body and back up to the plate she carries. “I brought you breakfast.”

“Sorry I overslept. I meant to get out of here before Christian woke up.”

“It’s fine. You were sleeping so soundly I couldn’t bring myself to wake you. Besides Christian is eating cereal and watching cartoons, so you’re as good as hidden back here.”

“I gotta get to practice.”

“I’ll create a diversion.” She sets the plate down on the nightstand and I reach out for her hand and tug her down. She giggles as she falls on top of me. The guarded expression she wore last night is gone.

Rolling with her, I mumble against her skin, “Can’t remember the last time someone offered me breakfast in bed.” Letting my hands roam to her hips and under her shirt, I’m exploring her smooth skin like I wanted to last night. Bonus, I can see now that it’s light outside. Stopping at the bottom of her bra, I wait for any sign that points to no, but she nuzzles against me and I move higher to the promised land.

Cupping her over her bra, my fingers catch on something and I pull her shirt up to better investigate.

“Kitty, did you wear this for me?”

She looks a little embarrassed as I stare down at her lacy white bra that has a tiny pink bow attached to each strap. She looks like a present waiting to be unwrapped.

“I love it,” I say as I run my thumbs over her nipples through the bra. She shivers into my touch and I bring my mouth to one peak and bite.

I have every intention of taking my time until my phone pings with a text. Know that’s Wes without even looking. She squirms underneath me, wriggling her hips until I move beside her and trail a hand down to her pussy, cupping her through her leggings. God bless the thin material that does nothing to buffer the heat pulsing from her. Her sweet sex sounds fill the air and I can’t wait to properly adore every inch of her.

I’m seriously regretting being a good guy last night because there isn’t enough time to do the things I want to do to her before I gotta get to practice or before Christian comes looking for his mom.

Finding the waistband of her leggings, I slide my hand underneath and down. Christ, she’s not wearing underwear. Which means she wasn’t last night either.

“What no matching panties?” I joke.

She catches her bottom lip between her teeth and now I’m fucking curious.

“They have a bow on the back, but it looked like I had a bubble butt, so I took them off.”

Chuckling at the image of her checking out her ass before I got here, I show her my approval by removing my hand and placing two fingers to her lips. “Suck,” I urge.

She hesitates but opens slowly for me. Once I’m inside, her tongue caresses my fingers and her cheeks hollow.