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I hummed against his skin and lay my hand flat on his chest. He took my hand in his and leaned me away from him, gazing down at me. "I've been dreaming of doing this to you."

"What?" I tapped his nose. "Looking at me?"

"No. This." He swept down my body, taking up residence between my thighs, his hands on my waist. I closed my eyes, mewling softly as he licked my stomach, my hands in his hair, urging him to continue. He didn't stop until he'd licked me clean. I would gladly return the favour.

Daniel and I were going to get along exceedingly well.

Chapter Eight | Daniel

Waking up with Ethan in my arms was like a dream. He was such a soft sleeper, barely making a sound. If it hadn't been for the weight on me, I wouldn't have known he was there.

Last night hadn't been the sex I'd dreamed of having with him, but it had been what I'd been ready for. I appreciated that Ethan hadn't pushed me to go further.

I slipped out from beneath him. He mumbled but didn't wake. It was likely he rarely had the opportunity to sleep in. I wasn't going to disturb him. After I'd licked him clean, he'd trapped me on the bed and used his tongue to lash all over my stomach, savoring our combined release.

We probably needed a shower. I had sticky marshmallows in my hair. I'm sure Ethan did too. Plus, I'd messed up the only pants he said he'd brought with him with my smore-covered hands.

There was only one solution to that.

I'd be suggesting he spend the weekend wearing only pairs of panties so I could see every seductive outline of him, his ass crack, and his beautiful cock.

I pulled on some clothes, headed for the kitchen, and started some coffee. I was sitting drinking a cup, reading a book, when Ethan wandered out of the bedroom in the nude.

"Good morning, gorgeous," I said as I admired him. I'd never felt so lucky in my life. This fabulous man had chosen me to share himself with. Not just his body—but something deeper.

I'd felt it.

The feeling had built as we were doing mundane things yesterday. I felt so incredibly close to him. Like we'd known each other for most of our lives. Maybe in some cosmic way, we had.

"Coffee," Ethan muttered and banged around pouring himself a cup. He collapsed on the bench seating beside me, heavy slumber still clinging to his eyelids.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked.

He looked up at me and gave me the cockiest smile. "Always sleep well after incredible sex."

Incredible?

That was an exaggeration. I'm sure he'd had better sex with other men. We'd just rubbed off on each other. But my atoms had nearly separated as he whimpered and came beneath me.

I rose from the seating area. "I'll make us some breakfast. Bacon and eggs?"

"Perfect." He slurped down a gulp of coffee, looking like he was about to immerse himself in it with a snorkel. He moved to get up. "I'll go put on some clothes."

I touched his shoulder. "Wait." My heart fluttered. Did I dare ask for what I wanted? I ran my fingers up his jawline to his hair. He moaned and tipped his head into my touch. "Unless we decide to go outside this camper, I'd like it if you only wore panties this weekend."

There … I'd said it.

That perked Ethan up. He grinned at me. "I'd be into that. Are you sure you don't want me naked instead? Easy access." He released a shuddering breath; the thought excited him.

"I like a bit of mystique. Peeks at where I want to run my tongue."

Ethan rose to his feet and crowded against me, his breath tickling my throat.

"I can be your very good boy if you want."

I want.

"Start by putting on a pair of your panties."

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