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The room was Jens through and through.

“I like your room,” she said.

“I like you,” he replied, his deep voice reverberating.

She shifted to get comfortable on his shoulder.

“Is it okay if I take a nap?” she asked. She didn’t want to cut off his circulation, but assumed he could move her when he got tired. He was certainly strong enough.

“Sleep,” he said. Something—a kiss—brushed lightly along her hair. She wanted to tell him it felt wonderful, but sleep was tugging at her, and it was hard to resist.

10

Sarah

In Sarah’s experience, the true test of sexual compatibility didn’t come until the morning after.

In that split second after waking up, either party might realize the person they’d slept with wasn’t half as attractive in the morning light as they’d seemed the night before, which led to half-hearted nods and a rushed trip to the bathroom before heading home.

Or, they might both like what they see, in which case their schedules determined whether there was time for a quick second round.

In this case, Sarah definitely liked what she saw.

She remembered lying on Jens’s shoulder, her limbs still tingling from the amazing orgasm—then nothing until she’d woken up on her side, Jens’s large body spooning behind her.

Spooning.

Sara had never been a spooner. She was used to, and preferred, to have her own space—in bed and out of bed. But Jens felt warm and strong and smelled incredible.

The light streaming in from behind the gray curtains told her it was morning already. Once again, she’d slept much longer than she was used to.

Her stomach rumbled.

We skipped dinner.

That poor frittata.

She shifted her body slowly, not wanting to wake him up, but of course by the time she’d managed the inelegant flip his eyes were open. He was staring down at her, a look of open admiration in his brown eyes.

“Good morning,” she said, feeling almost shy, which was ridiculous after what they’d done the night before.

“You look so beautiful,” he said, his deep voice still thick with sleep.

Her hand went to her hair, which she imagined looked a fright. She wished she’d had the chance to tame it a bit. She also really had to go to the bathroom.

She pondered the best course of action for a moment. She could go naked, or find something to cover herself with. But pulling the duvet cover from him seemed cruel, and her clothes were nowhere to be seen.

In the end, her need made the decision for her. She jumped out of bed and ran, naked, towards the bathroom right outside. There wasn’t much she could do about her hair, but she felt better after peeing and washing her face.

She walked back to the bed, moving slower this time, letting him look his fill. To his credit, he kept his eyes on her face the whole time.

“So,” she began. “It’s morning.”

“It’s still early. Come back to bed, Sarah. I want to make love to you again.” He brought down the duvet to uncover his sizable erection. His hand came around to cup it.

She licked her lips, remembering what he’d felt like inside her, and felt herself getting wet again. His fingers skimmed over her breast, making her forget her hair, or the fact that she hadn’t even brushed her teeth. She wrapped her hand firmly around his cock, delighting in the groan that escaped him.

“Not too fast,” he said. “I want to taste you first.”