ANNA
THE MORNING’S lovemaking also started as a dream.
My eyes were closed. My body hummed close to his warm, naked body. I became aware of his exploring hands, and I was to turn towards him, my face seeking his skin. But Lanz moved to get on top of me, creating a tent with the covers on top of us.
Then his mouth and hands did wicked things to my body.
“Alanzo...?” I moaned, wide awake and skin tingling and hot.
“Anna… I can’t get enough of you.”
I opened my eyes. He was kneeling between my opened thighs, eyes exploring my body until his eyes had gone down to the spot where my thighs met. “Pink pleasure,” he whispered, his voice raspy from a dry throat. “I could bury myself in you forever.”
“Good morning, too,” I quipped, although I could barely contain the shiver in my body. “P
