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Ethan released a faint groan, his arm around her tightening as her fingers closed around him. She was pleased to find he was already hard again as she moved her hand over his length.

“Willow…”

“Make love to me, Ethan.”

He didn’t make her ask twice.

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When Ethan sat on the edge of the bed, lightly shaking Willow’s shoulder to wake her up, he didn’t move fast enough to avoid the pillow that she ripped off his side of the bed and threw at him.

Chuckling a little as he caught it, he replied, “Not a morning person, huh?”

“You’re the devil. Let me sleep.”

“I made you breakfast,” he replied, trying to coax her. “I even put organic jelly on your toast for you. If you don’t come out here and eat it, everything’s going to get soggy.”

Ignoring him, she rolled over very pointedly and yanked the blankets up over her head. He heard her muttering, but couldn’t quite make out wha

t she was saying. When he didn’t move, she finally moved a corner of the blanket down so that her eyes were peeking out of her blanket cocoon.

Ethan sat there, already dressed for the day, his hair still slightly damp from his shower and his five o’clock shadow finally shaved off. He wore a look of amusement on his handsome face, and Willow groaned, closing her eyes.

“You can’t be that sexy this early in the morning,” she informed him.

“I would let you sleep, but I have to go to work and I’d like to have breakfast with you first.”

Sighing heavily, still wrapped up in the blanket, she said, “Could you please bring my purse in here?”

“Sure,” he replied, standing and heading back into the living room to fetch it. When he brought it back in, she told him to drop it by the bed, then she shooed him out of his own bedroom.

It had been so long since he’d spent the night with someone for the first time, he didn’t immediately realize what was going on.

When she emerged from the bathroom several minutes later with her hair smoothed back into place, fresh breath, and a light coat of make-up on her face, he realized she didn’t want him to see her when she first woke up. It almost made him laugh, but it also highlighted her inexperience, which canceled out the first instinct.

“I can’t believe you made me breakfast,” she remarked, flashing him a smile as she took a bite of her eggs.

“I told you I was going to,” he reminded her.

“I know, but still.” Her gaze swept over his outfit again, then she said, “I take it you’re a morning person?”

“By necessity,” he replied, stabbing a piece of egg on his own plate. Then he met her gaze across the small round table. “I like your messy morning hair, you know.”

Her cheeks turned pink and she smiled, shaking her head. “Don’t lie to me.”

He held up three fingers. “Scout’s honor. You don’t have to primp for me when you spend the night.”

“I didn’t primp. Trust me, this is just to keep the bride of Frankenstein look at bay.”

Ethan shook his head in amusement. “Whatever you say.”

Pointing her fork at him accusingly, she said, “Besides, if you want me to come to the table with bedhead, you can’t sit there looking like James Bond. That’s just not fair.”

“I wanted to let you sleep,” he defended. “I know you had a rough night.”

Pointedly looking at her plate as she stabbed her food a little more violently, she said, “I didn’t have a rough night.”

“You can’t lie to me when you’re sleeping next to me, Willow.”