I’m pretty sure she’s unaware of her rapt audience, because her shimmy-kick of her bottoms is not the sexiest attempt and she hisses a curse word when her top doesn’t untie at her back.
“Need help?” I whisper across the room.
Clara spins around, eyes wide. Mine widen, too, but with delight at the full frontal view of her. I draw the blankets back as an invitation to come join me in bed.
She does crawl in, naked and warm and mouthwatering, but she presses a finger to my lips before I can pull her in for a kiss. “We have to be quiet. Willow’s in the other room.”
“I can be quiet.”
“Yeah, well, you’re not me. Taking you. It’s a bit of a different challenge.” She grins and finally lets me kiss her. “But if you want, I can see about waking up early, and, you know… be your alarm.”
I loft a
