Waking up the next morning, I stretch myself, feeling the strain of every muscle in my body. While stretching, Mathieu places his arms around me and pulls me against him.
I can feel him rubbing his nose against my neck, while his hands softly slide along my thigh, giving me shivers.
“Last night didn’t satisfy your needs?” I ask, grinning like a fool.
“I’ll never get enough of you.” He whispers, biting the bottom of my ear, making me take a sharp breath in, squeezing his hand from the desire he is creating in me this morning.
“Kaylee’s home. Don’t start something we can’t finish right now. As much as I want too, I don’t want her to walk in on us again.” I say in barely a whisper, keeping my eyes closed.
“Humm… Even if she’d walk in right now, she couldn’t see this through the blankets
