The room was silent for a moment. “Are you asleep?” I asked.
Sunny growled. “I was trying.”
“Oh. I was feeling hungry.”
“It’s called emotional eating.”
“Whatever.”
“There’re some biscuits in the cupboard. You know where the jam is.”
“Great. You coming?”
“No.”
A different hunger tugged at me. A smile grew on my face, and I tucked her closer, running my lips up her neck and kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Would you like to?”
For a moment, she said nothing. Then she giggled.
I rolled her over, hovering above.
“I’m feeling like a teenager.”
“Horny?”
“Yep.”
She arched up, rubbing herself against my groin. “You feel like it too.”
“Wanna make out a little?” I nipped at her lips. “Or a lot? I’ll make it good for you.”
“You always do.”
“I love you, Sunny-girl.”
She pulled me down to her mouth. “I guarantee you a home run, Linc. Then you can have biscuits.”
I grinned.
Sunny and biscuits.
The perfect pair.
Perfect for me.