Page 100 of Make Her Mine

I could wake up like this for the rest of my life.

But I need her awake now too. I stroke my hand back and forth over her stomach, I kiss her neck, then run my hand a little lower.

I hear her breathing change, then a soft moan as I drag my hand down one of her legs, and back up.

“Good morning,” I start.

But just then I hear a meow from the floor and feel a soft weight suddenly land on my foot.

Oh yeah, we have cats.

“Not the pussy I was hoping for,” I mutter against her shoulder.

She laughs softly and rolls to her back. “At least they left us alone all night.”

Fuck she’s gorgeous in the morning. Okay, she’s gorgeous all the time. But her, soft and a little sleepy, and in my bed, takes my breath away.

Another meow and I feel four little paws against my leg. At least two of the cats are in the room.

“True,” I say ignoring the animal on the bed for now. “At least I was able to get up four to three.”

Her eyes widen. “What? We are three to three.”

I shake my head slowly. “Oh, I don’t think so, gorgeous. I had my face between your legs around three a.m. and that definitely put me up one.”

I see her cheeks flush slightly.

“Oh,” she says a moment later. “I thought that was a dream.”

I give a surprised laugh. “You thought me making you come on my tongue was a dream?”

She blushes a little darker, but admits, “Well it’s not the first time I’ve had that dream.”

That gets her a very long deep kiss. But the cats are not patient. A minute later, we have two on the bed and another on the floor meowing.

“Let me go take care of them, then I’ll come back and take care of you.”

She sits up as I climb out of bed. “We’re supposed to be making breakfast together.”

My gaze drops to her naked breasts. “I’m hungry for something else.”

She’s watching me as I pull on sweatpants.

Yeah, I fucking love this. Us together, still teasing, but able to do it completely naked in the bedroom? Huge improvement.

“Well, someone helped me burn off a lot of calories last night and I’m actually starving,” she says, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. “Can we have breakfast and then do other things?”

“In case I wasn’t clear,” I tell her. “We’re going to be doing those ‘other things’ in between all of the normal everyday things we both do from now on.”

The smile she gives me makes my heart kick against my ribs. She looks pleased and a little surprised, and definitely turned on.

“That sounds amazing,” she tells me.

We make our way to the kitchen with three cats weaving between our feet. Obviously, they’ve already gotten over feeling scared or shy of us.

She feeds them as I get French toast cooking. Yes, I remember her teasing me about that the first morning.

She comes over to the stove and wraps her arms around me from behind. “By the way,” she says. “I wasn’t joking about the fact that I basically can only make peanut butter toast.”

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