Miss Firecracker by Lorelei James Page A

liked how Willow curled into him. He really liked the sweet scent of her skin. And her soft breath flowing across his chest.
    Yeah, thinking about how good she felt and smelled wasn’t deflating his morning wood at all.
    Blake counted to one hundred. Three times. Then he nudged her. “Will? It’s time to get up.”
    No response.
    “It’s past time to hit the road.”
    A sleepy groan.
    He put his mouth by her ear. “Come on, sleepyhead.”
    If anything, she snuggled closer.
    So Blake touched her. Sliding his hands under her shirt and tracing the vertebra of her spine. Palming the taut globes of her ass, marveling at how soft her bare skin felt beneath his rough-skinned hands.
    Willow began to stir.
    He upped the ante, slipping his fingers around the side of her breast. He wondered if he suckled her sweet nipples if she’d wake up fast or slow.
    Now was as good as time as any to try it out.
    Blake rolled her flat, bunched the T-shirt in his fist and set his mouth on her. No delicate butterfly licks. He started out full bore, balls to the wall, with hard, deep sucking.
    She gasped. “Blake? What are you—”
    He slurped her nipple. Then scraped his teeth across the tip. “I’m waking you up.”
    “But—”
    “I figured you’d prefer this to me throwing cold water on you.”
    “Mmm.” Willow stretched. “Or you could wake me up like you did yesterday morning.”
    “That was next on the list if this didn’t work.” Blake flicked his tongue around the outer edge of her areola.
    “This is a good alternative.”
    He lavished attention on her breasts until she writhed beneath him. He scattered kisses up her chest and muttered, “I want you,” against her throat.
    “Yes. Now.”
    Blake was suited up in no time. He kept kissing her neck as he moved between her thighs. Willow wrapped her legs around his hips and arched into him as he slipped into her damp heat.
    Her fingers mapped the muscles in his arms and back in a languorous caress that appeased and inflamed him.
    Their movements against each other were unhurried. A lazy melding of bodies as the morning sun lightened the room and the ceiling fan stirred the sex-scented air around them.
    This was the perfect way to wake up. Blake could get very used to a soft, willing Willow in his bed every morning.
    Her breathy moan in his ear and the vise-like grip of her pussy muscles as she climaxed around his thrusting cock sent him soaring.
    When he landed, he brushed his lips over her temple. “Can you stay for breakfast?”
    “What time is it?”
    “After seven.”
    “What!” Willow tried to push him away. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
    “I tried. It didn’t work, which was why I had to come up with a more…innovative method.” Blake lifted slightly to look at her. “Besides, you’re already late so you might as well stick around and eat.”
    “But—”
    “How many times have you been late to the jobsite, boss lady?”
    “Hardly ever.”
    “So you’re entitled.” He pressed his lips to hers. “Please. Stay. Just a little bit longer. I’m thinking of three little words that’ll make it worth your while.”
    Her eyes lit with wariness and Blake could’ve kicked himself for scaring her.
    Keep it light. He said, “Ham.” Another soft peck. “Pancakes.” Another kiss. “Eggs.”
    She relaxed. “You trying to fatten me up?”
    “Nope. But I’ll sweeten the pot. I’ll even throw in fresh coffee and a side of sliced strawberries.”
    “You drive a hard bargain, Blake.” Willow smiled. “Lemme up so I can call my crew.”
    By the time Willow appeared in the kitchen, breakfast was nearly done.
    “I still have to stop at home and load up my tools.” She stuffed a big bite of pancakes into her mouth and made that little happy moan. Yep. His dick stirred.
    Blake gave her a once over. “It might be hard to nail siding in that skirt, but damn, is it perfect for me nailing you.” Her answering blush was cute as hell.
    “So what are your plans