His cell phone woke us up on Sunday morning. Zac groaned and rolled over. He picked up the cell from the bedside table and checked the screen.
"Damn it, Reece," he muttered before ending the call without answering.
"Your brothers are persistent."
"Just because his daughter wakes him up early on Sundays, he thinks everyone should be up early.
I glanced at the clock. "It's nine. Not that early."
"It is when you've been awake half the night."
I frowned. "Why couldn't you sleep?"
His gaze lowered to my bare chest, visible above the edge of the sheet. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." He lowered his mouth over my n****e and suckled.
I sucked air between my teeth and my eyelids fluttered closed. The sensations skittering across my skin tickled and tingled and drove me crazy. I rested
