Chapter 13

Trent awoke to the sound of humming. Opening his eyes, he saw Lizzie’s naked back, and he gazed at the perfect line of her spine, his mouth watering as he took in her amazing ass. He swallowed, the memories of the night before flooding him. Lizzie was writing something down, and when he rose and wrapped his arms around her from behind, she only smiled and kept writing and humming.

He kissed her shoulder, her neck. He ran his fingers through her hair, but he didn’t need to say anything. He let Lizzie compose her song as the morning passed, the minutes spent holding her almost as delicious as the moments when he’d been inside her last night.

When Lizzie’s stomach rumbled with hunger, she laughed and put down her pen. Trent smiled.

“Hungry?” he asked. He swept a hand down to cradle their child.

“Mmm, I could eat. Do you have toast?”

“I think I can manage that.” He kissed her again and, after telling her to stay in bed, he padded to his kitchen to make them breakfast.

They ate in bed