Sweat gathers on my forehead and I brush it off with the back of my hand. It's toasty under the blanket, but that could be from the arm and leg wrapped around me and the heat radiating from Daniel. I wiggle onto my back, and he kisses my temple and squeezes me closer.

"I could get used to this," he mumbles into my hair.

I'm sticking to the sheets, so I roll onto my stomach and stretch onto the cool patch. Daniel shuffles across and nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck. He traces my arm with his finger, sending tingles shooting down my spine.

"Mm, that feels nice." I sigh.

"How are you?"

I press my face into the pillow and groan before turning back to take a deep breath.

"There's this pressure in my head which makes it feel like it's going to explode. I hate that carefree feeling when drinking because you don't care about tomorrow because it's far away like you don't have to deal with being hungover and then poof, you're lurched over a toilet bowl puking your guts up."

"Wow." He chuckles.

"I'm sorry, that's probably a little too much information."

"Do you need to puke?" He rubs my lower back.

"It only happens when I've been drinking beer or wine. Those hangovers are something else." I sigh. "Again, too much information."

Daniel continues to rub circles into my lower back, and it sort of takes my mind off the pressure in my head.

"I want to know everything about you, Ellie."

"Everything?"

"Everything." He chuckles.

"You don't know what you've opened yourself up to." I chuckle.

"I don't scare easily, Ellie, if you haven't noticed." He stops rubbing my back and I moan from the loss of contact. "In fact, I even sleep with my feet uncovered at night."

"How?" I gasp.

"I'm not afraid."

"Until something touches your feet in the middle of the night." I chuckle.

"I still want to know everything about you, and this information will help me in the future. Like now, I know to get you a bucket after you've been drinking wine."

"Well then, never let me drink over two glasses of wine."

"Okay." He laughs.

"What about yourself? How are you?"

"Yeah, I'm good." He nuzzles back in. "I don't get hungover often."

"Some people have the best of luck." I sigh.

"Sure do."

"What do your friends think about me? I think I made a fool of myself towards the end of the night." I blush. "Some of those dance moves were." I cringe.

"Yes, they think you're cool."

"Seriously?"

"I thought I might have to beat up Thomas because he couldn't keep his eyes off you."

I turn around and look him in the eye. His blue eyes look over my face, taking in every detail. I probably look like a hot mess because I didn't take off my makeup, so there's probably smudged mascara and patchy foundation.

He softly kisses me and brushes his nose against mine.

"I was worried I may have embarrassed you with my dance moves."

"You have some good moves and I couldn't keep my hands off you. I thought you'd be mad that I carried you out of the club."

I frown, but the memories of him throwing me over his shoulder and slapping my butt come flooding in. It was kind of hot the way he took control.

"Seems justified." I shrug. "I don't make the best choices when I drink."

His blue eyes sparkle with desire, then his lips are on mine. I slide my hand over his bare, muscular chest before burying my hands in his thick, blonde hair. His tongue dances against mine, taking control of the kiss. Daniel pulls back, then pecks my lips.

"When's your mother dropping Noah home?"

"She was thinking about taking him out for the day, but let me check." I roll over to my side table and grab my phone. As the screen emits light, I squint. I rapidly blink until I can stand the brightness of the phone.

There are a ton of notifications, but there's also one from my mother.

"Looks like they're spending the day together."

I slide the phone back on the side dresser and roll back into Daniel's side. It's not as comfortable as before, but it's still cozy.

"So you've got the whole day to yourself?"

"Hm, so it seems." I grin.

"What are your plans now that you've got this newfound freedom?"

I glance up at Daniel and bite my lip. It's not very often I'm child-free and an attractive man is almost naked in my bed. Of course, I have some ideas. Daniel's smile mirrors mine; thick with lust and desire. I lean up to continue where we last were, but he moves away and grabs my book from the side table.

He flips through the book while I frown. I guess we have different ideas of how to make use of this time in bed.

"Did you enjoy the story that much?"

"Yes." He smirks. "And it was getting to an interesting point."

Daniel stops on a page and passes it to me.

"Oh, you want me to read it?" I laugh.

"I read to you last night."

"Okay." I huff.

I place the pillows against the backboard and wiggle against them until I'm comfortable. Daniel rests his head in my lap and I wind my fingers through his hair.

"How much did you read last night? I don't remember reading up to this chapter."

"I got a little carried away once the plot thickened. Turns out I like those bad boy romances as well." He laughs.

"They're addictive." I chuckle.

"I left off on a great part."

"Oh, I'm intrigued now."

Daniel swirls his fingertips around my thigh, creating patterns on my skin.

"Are you going to read?"

I take a deep breath and focus on the words on the page, and not on the sensation he's invoking in the pit of my stomach.

"We had explored, touched, and kissed every part of each other, but I'd never felt this naked standing in front of him. His green eyes bore into mine, almost like he's staring into my soul." I read aloud. "He takes a step towards me and I step back until I'm flushed against the base of the bed. Do you want this? He asked. I gulped, unable to move."

I skim down the page, and my cheeks burn.

"Keep reading." He smirks.

"Do you want this? He repeats. I slowly nod. He pushes me onto the bed and moves on top." Daniel places his knees on either side of me, then pulls me down so I'm laying flat on the bed. I hold the book above my face so he can't see the blush forming.

"His hand trails from my neck, over the curve of my breast, then down the length of my stomach. His fingertips trace the edge of my denim jeans." Daniel does the same thing as I read the story, except my toes curl and squirm under his delicate touch.

"He pops the button and hooks his finger through the loop of my jeans. As he tugs them down, I lift my hips to give him better access." Daniel hooks his fingers into my underwear and slides them down my thighs. I'm exposed yet turned on.

"He kisses my inner thigh and works his way up, licking and sucking as he goes." Daniel alternates kisses on my legs until he reaches my upper thigh. He nips the sensitive skin and sucks on it.

"Mm." I moan.

"Keep reading." He prompts.

I gulp.

"You're mine, only mine, he growls." Those words combined with Daniel's warm breath on my sensitive skin ignite a fire inside me. "He hooks my legs over his shoulder and buries his face between my thighs. I gasp as his fingers grip my waist and dig into the tender skin." Daniel's tongue swirls around my clit and I buckle my hips forward. My breath gets caught in my throat and the words on the page blur together.

"If you stop reading, I'll stop as well."

I groan as I turn back to the book and attempt to focus on the page, but the words are still blurry.

"Ellie," he warns.

I shake my head and blink twice until the words come into focus.

"His tongue explores tracing, swirling, and etching patterns. My breathing goes shaky as the dull ache builds and the muscles inside me tense up. His finger circled my opening before slipping inside. I gasp and arch my back. He slides his finger in and out, testing and teasing me." Daniel moves his finger around before slowly pulling out and sliding back in.

I arch my back and wiggle to create more friction, but Daniel stops, true to his word. It's hard to hold back the urge to growl at him. I bite my lip and keep reading.

"He continues the slow pace and stares at me, amusement playing in his eyes as I writhed in pleasure." I peer over the book and lock eyes with Daniel.

"I can't read anymore." I gasp.

Daniel stops and I whimper at the loss of touch.

He buries his face between my thighs, and I gasp as that sensation builds again. I toss the book aside and grip the sheets. I rock my hips, etching the orgasm to build. One hand grips my waist and the other grips my thigh. I keep rocking my hips until my muscles contract and an orgasm ripples through me. I sink into the bed and Daniel kisses the spot on my thigh where he'd nipped me.

Daniel flops next to me and pulls my body against his chest. I snuggle in and he wraps his legs around me, so we're tangled together.

"You taste delicious."

His comment floods heat down to my core.

"Do you want more?" His breath tickles my ear.

His fingertips dance down my stomach and slide back up.

"What do you want?" I pant.

"You, but I'm sensing it's breakfast time."

On cue, my stomach rumbles and I'm kicking myself.

"Let's go out for breakfast. I know a cafe that does a mean strong coffee and amazing breakfast burritos that will help shake that hungover."

"Okay." I nod.

"Can I use your shower?"

"Sure, there are fresh towels under the sink."

Daniel scoops up his clothing and heads to the bathroom, while I gather the energy to get up. I slide my underwear on and rub my hands over my face. I search my wardrobe for a sundress before plonking on my bed.

Daniel emerges dressed in his clothes from last night.

"I just need to shower."

"You could have joined me." He winks.

"We would never make it to breakfast then." I laugh.

Daniel's eyes follow me as I walk into the bathroom. It's steamy, and the water warms quickly when I step into the shower. I wash the makeup, glitter, and sweat from my skin before rinsing in cold water. It does nothing to cool me down.

I dry off and pull a brush through my tangled hair to make it more presentable, but it still looks wild. I discard the brush and dress in the mini blue dress with daisies on it. There's a knock on the door and Daniel appears with a cup of cold water.

"Thought you might be thirsty." Not for water, but I take a sip anyway and place the cup on the bathroom sink.

He stands behind me and places a hand on my hip and strokes it. The other hand slides down my thigh and hitches up the hem of my dress, exposing my upper thigh. He gently pulls my leg, exposing my inner thigh. He admires the red mark on my thigh and grins.

"Fuck," I exhale under my breath.

We stare at each other through the mirror, and it only inflames the heat within me.

"I've never done anything like this." He brushes his finger over the mark. "I couldn't sleep last night, so I kept reading your book, and it gave me a few ideas."

"I loved it."

He twirls me around and kisses me.

"It was hot listening to you read, but next time I want to watch you."

"Let's leave, otherwise I might push you onto the bed."

Daniel's blue eyes burn with desire, and as much as I'd love to fill that desire, I step around him and wander out of the bathroom. It takes him a few minutes before he joins me in the kitchen.

"So breakfast burritos. I would love to taste them." I lick my lips and emphasize the word taste.

"Careful Ellie, I might just have some other ideas to test out."

He swipes the keys off the kitchen table and leaves me standing alone, hot and bothered.

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