Tisha stirred first, lashes fluttering as she nestled closer against his chest. Her body ached, deliciously spent, yet the warmth of his embrace wrapped around her like a cocoon.
Then, a small rumble betrayed her... her stomach growled, breaking the silence. She blinked, a soft laugh escaping her lips.
"Ohh…" her voice was still husky, laced with drowsy sweetness. "We… we still haven't eaten dinner."
Alex chuckled low in his throat, his arm tightening around her waist.
She swatted his chest weakly, pouting like a scolding wife. "It's because of you… you never stop… you always..." her cheeks burned as the words tangled. "...you can't control yourself."
His smirk deepened. "I already had my dinner."
She frowned, tilting her head. "When?"
"Just now." His finger traced a slow path along the curve of her waist, making her shiver.
Her lips parted in a shy smile before she huffed, "Don't joke right now, Alex… You don't even know how much I prepared."
