Maya
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I wake up to the smell of something warm and sweet.
Not coffee. Not toast. Not even pancakes.
No—this is him.
That rich blend of his body heat and mine, the kind Ryder carries with him no matter where he goes. Like he rolled out of bed already seasoned. I burrow deeper into the comforter, my bare leg brushing against his thigh.
He’s still here.
Still in my bed.
We ate out last night and it felt so good, I thought his kisses were the most intoxicating thing I've ever tasted until I felt his tongue on my c**t.
The very thought makes me clench my thighs in pleasure.
“Morning, Koala,” he says softly.
I blink my eyes open, finding him propped on one elbow beside me, hair sticking up like he fought a whole war in his sleep. His voice is low and gruff, and he’s shirtless.
