She stood, stepped over for the shirt. Her shoes went flying when he grabbed her and pulled
her down on the bed.
“Del, I have to go.”
“This probably won’t take long.” He rolled on top of her, making it absolutely clear her bed
hair didn’t put him off in the least.
When he lifted her hips, eased inside her, she decided there were some things even better
than coffee in the morning.
“I’ve probably got a couple minutes.”
He laughed, nuzzling his face in the curve of her shoulder.
She let it build in her, slow, soft, sweet, the rising up with quickening pulse and sighing
release. Everything in her went warm and loose with him filling her, heart and body.
The fall, as gentle as the rise, made her wish she could just curl up with him and sleep all
over again.