"Mmmmm .... g'morning." Sarah snuggled closer, loving the feel of Howie's morning stubble against her shoulder.
Howie sighed, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist. He pressed a soft kiss to her neck, smiling as she giggled. He knew just what his beard did to her and was prepared to use it to full advantage. "Hey," he whispered. "Sleep well?" He smiled against her skin, watching her blush with memory.
"Mm hmm, I think so." Sarah blushed, thanking the heavens that he couldn't see her face. God, that dream she'd had ... it had felt so real. She wasn't at all sure how she would face the rest of the guys, but she needed to figure it out. Soon.
Howie laughed, his brain working overtime. "C'mon, I need to get moving." He swatted her butt playfully as he pushed aside the covers to head for the shower. "We have a meeting at the studio before the benefit tonight, and one last rehearsal sandwiched in between."
Sandwich. Ohgod. Sarah's mind drifted back to the dream she'd had last night. Sitting on the edge of the bed she drifted back ... she felt once again the hands on her body, the soft, sexy voice of the dark men who had pleasured her ... Howie's body filling her ...
"Babe?"
Sarah jumped guiltily. Startled, she looked over at the handsome face peering out from the bathroom.
"I... I'll make the coffee," she mumbled, bolting for the door.
Howie chuckled as he stepped beneath the hot spray of the shower. This was
going to be too easy.