Ava’s POV

I wake up to his hand between my legs.

Not the careful, testing touch from last night. This time his fingers are inside me, two of them, pumping slowly, and when my eyes open he's propped on one elbow, watching my face with those green eyes and that smirk.

"Morning, sweetheart," he says, curling his fingers.

My back arches off the mattress before my brain is fully awake. "What time—"

"Six." He pumps deeper. "Parents won't be up for hours."

He finger-fucks me into a morning orgasm that rolls through my still-sore body in waves that make me grab the headboard and moan his name into the pillow....