“Wake up, sleepyhead.” Neil slid his hand under the satiny sheet and over the inside of Candy McCrae’s thigh. He was a rascal in the morning, and Candy was tired and could still feel the effects of being well loved the night before.
She rubbed her knuckles over her tired eyes and pressed into the corners, wiping the sleep away, then shoved her long, dark hair back. She hissed when he slid his hand higher and then pressed a kiss into her bare shoulder. “Neil, oh my God. I’m tired. What are you doing?” She gasped as his touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her.
He moved under the covers, touching her skin to skin, his hand skimming over her rounded cheeks and then across her flat stomach, up over her breasts. His touch was like a brand, saying to her without uttering one sound, “You’re mi
