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Even my furniture looks better with her in it.

I let myself sink farther into the sheets, pulling her still naked body into mine, not wanting the day to start just yet.

“Mmm,” she coos, cuddling into me.

I’m so irrevocably in love with her.

“I love waking up next to you,” I whisper, hoping she’s awake enough to hear.

Even if the thought of really doing this feels unfamiliar and scary at times, I can’t stop myself from proving just how in this I am. With a sexy laugh bellowing from her chest, she pulls the covers over her face, blocking the morning sun.

My chest loosens. Thank fuck, she found humor in my declaration.

“What time is it?” Her raspy grumble muffles from under the sheet.

“Five.”

“In the morning?” She gives a jumbled shriek.

In one quick motion, she slaps the sheet from her face, squinting in my direction. I can’t help but laugh.

“Why are we up at five in the morning?” she whines, turning onto her side, giving me the perfect access to pull her right back into the crook of my body.

“I couldn’t dream anymore. I needed the real thing.”

“Five more minutes.” She resists my touch, but pokes her ass right into my hard length at the same time.

“I don’t know that I can’t wait five more seconds, Sofia baby.”

“You act like you’re a starved man.” She snickers, but I sense the smile in her tone.

“I waited two years to feel you again. I’m fucking famished.”

Her ass presses deeper into my front. Sleep be damned; our bodies are fused as one after last night.

“What if I woke up grumpy?” she asks, her head still not facing mine.

“Then I’d be just the sunshine you needed.”

Finally, she flips her beautiful brown locks over her shoulder, those captivating green eyes taking me in like they always do. “Parker, don’t let me find out you know book tropes.”

“I don’t have any idea what the fuck that means.”

Snaking my hand around her mid-section, I travel down until I find the apex of her thighs. I play around her bellybutton to tease her, but more-so to wait for her to give me the consent I need from her.

“Can I baby?” I ask, my voice gruff, fingers itching.

“You always can,” she whines.

My finger slips down her stomach to where she’s wet and ready.

“This is much better than a book, wouldn’t you agree?” I ask, slipping my finger over her pussy, finding her swollen and needy clit.

Moaning into my touch, she dryly replies, “I don’t know, some books make me really horny.”

A flash of jealousy rushes through me, and I can’t help but feel possessive.

“No one gets to make you horny but me,” I growl just below her ear, diving my finger into her tight entrance.