“Well, you entertained my parents and cleaned up the kitchen without being asked. Then you apologized. I’d say as far as boyfriends go, you’re doing okay so far.”
His hands slide lower under my ass as he hoists me into his arms. “Good. I aim to please. Now let’s get your stuff. Because as cute as those pajamas are, you can’t wear those all weekend.”
All weekend?
Definitely #boyfriendgoals.
19
I wake up the next morning freezing below the waist. The covers are scrunched up in the middle of the bed and my naked ass is in the wind.
But Mya is in my bed.
She’s on her stomach, one leg kicked up as she clutches the stolen sheets to her chest. Her hair has come loose from her braid and sticks to her forehead. She’s smiling in her sleep.
Waking up with Mya is quickly becoming my new favorite thing.
The clock on my nightstand tells me it’s noon but I’m having trouble believing it. With my insomnia, it’s extremely rare for me to sleep past eight in the morning and that’s if I’m exhausted. But then I remember all the ways Mya exhausted me last night. I lay back against the pillows with a sated sigh, enjoying the chance to be a little lazy.
I have a to-do list a mile long and couldn’t care less what is going undone. I finally have the woman of my dreams right where I want her.
In my bed.
“Why are you over there talking to yourself when it’s so early?” Mya mumbles, pulling the sheet over her head.
“Was I? Sorry, I didn’t realize. But I have to inform you that it’s actually almost lunchtime.”
She grumbles and it’s so adorable that I don’t even care she just snatched the las
t bit of linen covering me. Butterball ass naked is fine with me.
“If I haven’t had coffee yet, then it’s early.”
“Duly noted.” I climb out of bed and walk into my closet to find a pair of sweatpants.
Mya is snoring when I come out. She’s still snoring when I return ten minutes later with a cup of coffee and a tray with toast and scrambled eggs.
Her head pops up when I sit on the edge of the bed. “Is that coffee? Oh my god, you’re the best.”
Another thing to add to the Mya files, coffee is a must. Once she’s had a few sips, the line in the middle of her forehead relaxes and she looks less like she might stab me.
“Welcome back to the land of the living. You went a little Walking Dead on me for a minute there.”
She laughs and shoves my shoulder. “Shut up. Not all of us can look like we just fell off a billboard first thing in the morning.”
“You look gorgeous all the time. And you’ll look even better when you’re naked in the shower with me.”
Mya is grinning like a loon as I take her coffee mug and set it on the night table. I grab her hands and tug her from the bed.
“Come on, troublemaker. I’ve been fantasizing about getting you in this shower ever since I got it redone.”
“Have you?” Mya hops into my arms and wraps her legs around me. I carry her into the bathroom and set her down gently.
“I am willing to admit that I’ve pictured you in my shower a time or two. Or fifty.” I move behind her and sweep her hair over her shoulder, baring the fragrant skin to my touch. I kiss the hollow of her throat then her collarbone, my lips leaving a moist trail.
“Tell me what you imagined,” she breathes. She sends me a cheeky look over her shoulder before pressing her round bottom against me. She smiles when my fingers tighten around her arm.
“You, naked and wet. All these amazing curves covered in suds.” I skim my hands up her belly and cup her breasts, the tight peaks of her nipples pressing into the center of my palms. She melts against me as she surrenders to the sensations my fluttering fingers create.