I woke up to the smell of coffee and the feeling of Ethan's hand sliding up my bare thigh.

My eyes fluttered open. He was propped up on one elbow, watching me with an intensity that made my stomach flip.

"Morning," he said, his voice rough with sleep.

"Morning." I stretched, feeling deliciously sore between my legs. "What time is it?"

"Early." His hand kept moving, tracing lazy circles on my hip. "I've been lying here thinking."

"About?"

"About what I want to do to you today."

Heat pooled low in my belly. "Yeah?"

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "I want to bend you over every surface...