The dawn light filtered through the window, lightly touching the couple stretched out on the bed. It was already promising to be a hot and sticky day.

The woman, still asleep, was lying on her stomach, nude against the heat, clutching her pillow. The sheets had been kicked off during the course of the night and lay crumpled at the base of the bed. Her partner hovered half over her, planting warm opened-mouth kisses down the line of her spine, letting his right hand dance along the length of her waist and hip.

"Uhm," she said, not yet fully awake.

He moved back up her body and planted kisses along her shoulder blade. Moving her raven hair out of the way, his mouth kissed the curve of her neck as his hand slid and captured her breast, which weighed heavily in his hand.

"Feels good," she muttered.

"Wanna wake up?" he asked, breathing into her ear.

She rolled over on her back and fluttered her blue-gray eyes. "Maybe. What time is it?"

He drifted a hand along the outside of her thigh. "Breakfast time."

She laughed a little as he rolled her towards him. "You want me to make you some breakfast?"

"Naw, he said. His lips brushed gently against hers, a short kiss that promised more. "I'd rather eat you."

"Sounds good to me," she told him, smiling wickedly as she wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer until their lips touched again. "Just don't wake the baby. Otherwise, you get to cook breakfast."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said. "But what if you wake him up?"

She ran her fingers down his back, cupping the tight muscles of his buttock. "I'm sure you'll think of something."

Somehow, she wasn't sure she liked his answering smile.