All for it

Lilly

I woke up alone in Chance’s bed the next morning. Glancing at the clock, eight a.m. stared back at me. I could not remember the last time I slept that late. But then my date had kept me up until the early hours of the morning, running his mouth and hands over every inch of my body.

He knew my body better than me.

Getting to my feet, I spotted clothes laid out on an armchair, then dressed. I found him in the library, dressed in jeans and a polo shirt. I had never seen him dressed down like this before, and I couldn’t keep my eyes from roaming his body. He looked hot in jeans.

“Morning,” I breathed, my cheeks flushed.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” Amusement filled his gaze at seeing me blush. “You looked so beautiful between my sheets, I didn’t want to wake you.”

He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him, his mouth finding the sensitive spot behind my ear. Every ounce of me melted into him, relishing in his affection. I had to be a sad case of a woman starved for affection because m