“What are you doing? Your breakfast is going to get cold,” I barely whisper as he kneels by the side of the daybed and places slow, sensual kisses down my neck.
The feeling of his lips mixed with the warmth of his breath and the slight scratch of his facial hair has me rubbing my legs together already.
“I’m enjoying my breakfast,” Edward says with a slight laugh, and if possible that husky voice has gotten even deeper and even sexier.
As his kisses turn from soft and playful to lingering and sensual, he begins to run his strong and capable hands up my legs. His fingertips are teasing and purposeful all at once as he begins to massage the inside of my thighs.
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