Misty

Cole groans against my neck as I reach between, running my hand down his chest to the deep V of the muscles of his waist. He kisses me again, hungerly this time, his tongue sweeping over mine in a slow dance that has sparkles of pleasure rippling over my skin. I sigh against his mouth as he grinds his hips against mine, rocking us back and forth, his hands drifting down my sides and settling on my ass with a squeeze.

He slides his hand beneath my shirt, revealing how naked I already am.

“I didn’t bring any pajamas,” I admit, my voice pitched with excitement as he smiles...