Unable to help herself, Carly slid on top so she could feel her skin pressed to Lauren’s as she recovered. “Good morning, beautiful.” She ran her hand through Lauren’s luminous brown hair.

“That might have been my sexiest wake-up.” Lauren shook her head. “Nope. I know it was.”

“You came fast. Record time.”

Lauren blinked. “I think we’ve established that I respond very well to you.” Pink invaded Lauren’s cheeks.

“Are you blushing? Do I make you blush?”

“No,” Lauren said adamantly, touching one of her cheeks to cover it.

“But your cheeks are rosy and adorable. Just look at them.”

“They are not. I checked. I love that you’re naked in my bed in my home. I have no idea how this happened from six months ago, before I knew you, to here, but I really, really like you naked.”

Carly straddled Lauren’s thigh and rocked slightly, the whole process having turned her on in a big way. “We are in agreement about being naked together.”

Lauren grinned and pulled Carly in tighter by her ass. “I had no idea you were this sexy minded in the morning. I mean, I definitely should have, because it’s you.”

“Do you know what I’m also a fan of, besides you naked?”

“What’s that?”

“Lazy mornings. When there’s no rushing, no agenda, no alarm.”

Lauren rolled them onto their sides, which revealed a more perfect view of Lauren’s body. Still not quite used to this intimacy, and loving every second of it, Carly let her gaze linger on the perfectly shaped, full breasts. “You are so sexy and alluring. Worthy of a painting. You need to know that.”

Lauren pulled the sheet down farther, and Carly swore quietly.

“Do you know what else we agree on?” Lauren asked.

“What’s that?”

“Our devotion to taking advantage of the lazy mornings you just described.” Lauren slid on top and cupped Carly firmly, intimately. And they were off.

Lazy morning, indeed.

* * *

Lauren made coffee to the sound of the shower. With her blue silk robe fastened loosely around her, she practically glided through the kitchen, pouring the grounds with flourish, adding the water to the rhythm of the imaginary song in her head, pressing start on the coffee maker, and gliding her way to Rocky’s bowl for his breakfast. She felt like a sexed-up Snow White, bonding with all the animals and objects around her. Rocky quirked his pudgy little face at her as if to ask why she was so happy.

“Because I had an amazing night.” He quirked his head to the other side, mystified. “It was so good, Rocky. I can’t tell you the details because you’re an innocent. Just know it was memorable in the best way.” Her body tingled at just the thought of touching Carly, her own body still sensitive to the attention it had just been paid.