Ava knew it was getting late, but neither she nor Marcus seemed to care that the breakfast buffet would soon be cleared―if it hadn’t been already―or that Ava was going to miss her late-morning Saturday training class if she didn’t get moving soon. Instead, they were both perfectly content to stay in bed, their legs tangled together under the sheets and Ava’s cheek pressed against Marcus’s chest.
Marcus’s hand drew lazy circles on her naked back while Ava traced the lines of his abs with her fingertips. A blush rose to her cheeks when she remembered the way those same muscles had tensed as he moved above her the previous night.
The pleasure she had learned to draw from herself couldn’t hold a candle to what Marcus had done to her. Nothing could have prepared her for how he’d made her bo
