"Let me make love to you, baby."

"Wake up, baby." I'm on my stomach and my arms are under my pillow, cradling my head. Nate brushes my hair off my face and kisses my cheek.

"What time is it?" I mumble.

"Six," he murmurs and kisses my shoulder. Mmm… that feels good. I'm not ready for Monday.

"I don't want to get up." I keep my eyes closed.

"I know," he whispers and runs the flat of his hand down my spine to my ass and back up again and I groan. Nate kisses my cheek and nibbles my earlobe, and my body comes awake. "Grab the pillow, baby."

I pull my arms out from under the pillow and grip each end in my fists. I open one eye and gasp at the sight of my sexy man, long black hair loose, tribal tattoo down his right arm and another down his left side, looking all sleepy and sexy and mine.

"You're sexy," I murmur.

"I want you," he whispers.

"I'm right here, ace."

He plants a wet kiss on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, "Don't let go of the pillow."

One of his hands glides back down my spine to my ass, and he strips the covers off me to the end of the bed. He moves between my legs, pushing them apart with his knees, braces himself above me with his fists on either side of my torso and kisses his way down my back to my ass.

"Nate," I whisper.

"Yes, baby." He licks and nips each of my cheeks and slides a hand up my inner thigh, finding me wet and waiting for him. "Fuck, Julianne, you're so wet."

"I need you inside me, babe."

"You'll have me. You can let go of the pillow."

I do and he flips me to my back and then covers me with his long, muscular body again, kissing me deeply and passionately, as if he can't go another minute without his lips touching mine.

I wrap my legs around his hips, the soles of my feet resting on his thighs and push my fingers into his hair.

"Grip the pillow again," he whispers against my mouth, but I shake my head no.

"Nate, I need to touch you this morning." I do. I can't explain why, I just need to have my hands on him.

He pulls back a bit so he can look at my face, his bright gray eyes searching mine. "What is it?" he asks.

"I don't know, I just need to feel you."

"Okay, baby, touch me all you want. I love it when you touch me." He kisses me again, more gently this time, working that talented mouth over mine and sinking onto me. He lowers his torso, letting me feel his weight. "I'm right here," he whispers.

I wrap my arms around him and run my hands up and down his back, from his ass to his long thick hair, and back down again, while I rub his thighs with the soles of my feet. I can't stop touching him, rubbing myself against him. "You feel so good."

"Let me make love to you, baby." He nibbles my lips, along my jaw line and over to my left ear. I tilt my head, giving him easier access to this sensitive spot, and he licks under my ear where he knows makes me crazy.

"I love how you smell, Julianne. So soft and clean and sweet."

His teeth clench gently onto my ear lobe and I squirm under him.

"You feel so damn good, sweetheart. So smooth and firm and small."