Warm fingers run up and down her spine.

"Mhm," she groans, rolling herself over and pressing a kiss against a hard chest. Her hand rises, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. He grins when she looks at him.

"Morning, honey," he whispered as his hard chest rumbled. His hand, which had been moving up and down, was now dangerously close to her sensitive area. When he notices her stiffening, he whispers and smirks, "I had fun last night."

"Yes, the dinner date was astounding," she teases, knowing he wasn't talking about the dinner date.

"Well, the dinner date was fantastic, but honey, I was talking about after dinner," he flutters...