Ian and I are wrapped around each other when we wake up. For a moment, we just lie there in each other's arms, holding each other close.

"Is it morning?" I whisper.

I smile, suddenly feeling shy. Which is silly because I was so bold earlier when I told him what my body needed.

I'm trying and failing not to blush, but he leans over to press his lips to the pink hue spreading over my cheeks, and suddenly I'm glad I'm blushing.

"You were amazing," he whispers against my skin. "And no, it's not morning yet."

My whole body goes hot, and my cheeks go hotter. I'm suddenly more...