"You're like a dream come true." She said softly.

"No, honey. You are. Now let's eat and then crawl in bed together."

Alyssa couldn't remember the last time she slept so soundly. Slowly opening her sleepy eyes, she glanced at the clock.

7:00 am Her body was on autopilot. She couldn't help but wake up.

As she went to sit up, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back to bed. "Uh uh. You're not going anywhere," Johnny grumbled in her ear. He curved around her body, molding himself to her and burying his head in her hair. His strong hold around her belly didn't allow Alyssa to move . . . not that she wanted to. The heat of his body warmed Alyssa's back and she liked being snuggled up next to John. He felt safe. John grabbed the blanket and pulled it up. "Shhh . . . go back to sleep. It's so early for a Sunday."

A soft chuckle rolled off her lips. "This is kind of late for me. Once cupcake wakes for a bottle, I never go back to sleep. I'm wide awake after."

"Well, I already took care of that," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Brooke took a whole bottle and then fell back asleep. She's in her crib."

Speechless. Alyssa didn't know what to say other than, "Wow . . . thank you."

"You're welcome. Now go back to sleep."

"I won't be able to go back to sleep now."

"Yes, you can, just close your eyes and you'll fall asleep."

"You're so bossy sometimes," she giggled.

"Sugar, you haven't seen me bossy. Me being bossy would mean I'd take you right now, all sleepy and tired. I'd lay you flat on your back and just work my way, nice and slow. Hell, you don't even have to move, I can work it just like this," he said in a husky voice, demonstrating the movements against her. Holy shit, when had John become a dirty talker? Alyssa's body relaxed as she pictured him doing it, sliding in and out as he took his time. Her body warmed, wetness coating her as a shiver broke out across her skin. Hell's bells . . .

"Your body is so soft and warm right now. I love it," he groaned as he slipped his hand under her shirt. John's knee nudged between her thighs, pushed through and rested on top of hers. Their legs were sandwiched together causing her body to warm. He was wrapped so firmly around her, holding her . . . and she loved it. Dear God, she loved every minute of this. She could get used to waking up like this.

John shifted and wrapped his ankles around hers, locking her in. They were bound so closely together now her nipples hardened as the tips of his fingers grazed the underside of her breasts. Her body went into overdrive, heat spreading through her. He held her in a lovers caress, slowly and gently thrusting his hips against hers as his fingers teased her. Oh, hell. Her body melted into him further.

She did, after all, tell him to push. She was too relaxed and too tired to tell him to stop.

John's fingers grazed over her breast and ever so lightly touched her sensitive nipple. Alyssa shuddered in his hold, and he grinned to himself. He would tease her just a little . . .

His fingers circled her nipple in a feathery soft touch and her breathing grew deeper. He could feel the movement against his chest. When her hips started moving against his, John fought back the groan deep in his chest. Not yet . . .

John continued his torture, moving to the other side and showing it the same attention. And when she arched her chest into his touch, John held her down. A gasp of pleasure left her lips and John thrust into her back showing her how hard he was for her, how much she got him going.

"Again," she said softly. "Do it again, please."

"Do what? This?" he asked, and pinched her nipple harder this time and not letting up. Her legs were scissoring between his, but he locked them down and did not allow her to move. She struggled in his hold and knew it was taking her higher by the little sounds of pleasure that escaped her mouth. Her head pressed into the pillow as she let out a long moan. Breathing hard, her chest rising fast, John moved his hand to cup her sex where . . .

Holy. Hell. Alyssa's boxer shorts were soaking wet as he moved his fingers around. Her nails found his forearm and she dug into him.

"Want me to stop?" When she didn't answer, he said, "Good, because I wasn't planning on it," he chuckled near her ear.

Their hips continued to roll into each other's, his dick sliding up and down her plump ass. They were at perfect angles where he could slide right in, if they weren't wearing clothes of course. John slipped his fingers into the little opening of her shorts, and he almost finished in his pants.

"Fuck . . ." he groaned as he felt her naked flesh. "You're not wearing panties. Are you trying to kill me, woman?"

As Alyssa giggled, his finger slid between her wet lips closing around him. Her giggle turned into a sexy as hell moan as John began massaging her, making her wetter. She rolled slightly into the bed, but he still held her. Her silky wetness coated his finger and he added another finger to stroke her. He slid up and down to her opening, but never slipping inside.

"Johnny," she breathed. "Take me, please."

"No."

Alyssa stilled in his hold from his answer, and when she did, he rubbed her clit in circles. John's hips were thrusting against her. He couldn't stop it from happening because she was pushing back into him, making him harder.

"Why . . . why not?" She could barely get the words out.

"Because I said no."

"But, John, I need . . ."

"You need this?" He began stroking her so fast that her hips pumped into his hand. He bit down on her bare shoulder and circled her clit at the same time, making her orgasm harder than she ever has.

Alyssa shuddered in his hold. "Yes," he whispered, still biting her as she released. He continued rolling her clit between his fingers. Her legs were struggling to move, and he knew that by not allowing her to move would only make her orgasm harder.

But he wasn't finished with her. "Or do you need my cock in you?"

"Ahh," she moaned, growing wetter. That mouth of his was bringing her higher and higher.

Quickly, he rolled onto his back and lifted his hips. He stripped himself of his boxers and Alyssa of hers then scooped a very relaxed Alyssa back into his arms.

"Johnny . . . that was-"

"I know. Shh . . . I'm not done."

Alyssa's back was on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. He brought his knees up and widened his legs causing Alyssa's legs to spread open, completely baring herself to him.

"What-"

"Don't move," he ordered. "Slip your hands under your ass and don't move."

Ah, shit. That wasn't such a bright idea on his part-her warm hands were now flat on his pelvis, her fingers tangled in his mound before she curved them to grip his cock.

He bit her shoulder again. "Stop moving your fingers, Alyssa. Flatten them." Alyssa whimpered but listened.

Brushing away Alyssa's hair from her neck, he pressed open-mouthed kisses all around her. His tongue slipped out and stroked her damp skin as his teeth grazed her. He was rock hard and standing erect against her folds.

"See, we could wake up like this all the time if you let us be . . ."

Alyssa's hip rotated down, her wetness sliding on him. John groaned in her ear and slipped a finger into her.

"Ahhh . . . you're taunting me with sex. Not fair . . ."

"All," he pushed his finger in. "The" slowly pulled it out. "Time." He said, and pushed two fingers in. Alyssa's hips almost rocked off of his, but he pushed them down. "Hold still . . ."

"Johnny, stop teasing me."

"But, sugar," he thrust faster into her, "you tease me all the time just being near me," he chuckled, and so did she.

"You play dirty."

"When it comes to you, yeah. I do what it takes," he said, cupping her jaw with his free hand and bringing her mouth inches from his.

"I told you I'm going to do whatever it takes for you to see I'm not going anywhere," then he took her mouth in an all possessive, heart stopping kiss. He kissed her, stroking her tongue as he stroked her below with his fingers. She tried to turn in his arms, but he wouldn't allow it.

Breaking the kiss, he said, "Grab my cock."

She gripped his shaft in her hand, but she didn't move. "Now, carefully press it against yourself and get it all wet. Then," he dropped his voice, his mouth still on her lips, "stroke it for me."

Alyssa did as he asked only she changed it up. As she stroked him to near combustion, she gave extra attention to his head with her hand.

"Mmmm . . . Like that," he groaned, rolling his hips up. "Alyssa . . ."

"Yes?" she asked innocently, and he laughed.

"I need you to stop."

"Why?" she continued with her hand, only faster now.

He groaned again, "I need you. I don't want to finish like this, I want to finish inside of you."

Pushing her hips back, Alyssa slowly guided John into her. The moment he pushed at her opening, he gripped her hips and helped slide in deep. It was a different position, hitting a different spot inside. Alyssa sighed loudly, loving this new angle. She felt exposed, so wide open, she should've shied away, but she didn't.

This was John. Once again showing her that she was wanted. They both stilled for a moment or two before moving their hips.

"I was made for your body," he whispered against her neck. "We fit perfectly together." John's hand slid down her waist and over her mound. His expert fingers caressing her, bringing her bliss higher.

Gripping his cock, he said, "Feel how I slide in perfectly." Alyssa moaned, the impending orgasm coming close to peaking. "Feel," he said, grabbing her hand and wrapping it around his cock with his. John pushed his hips up, sliding back into her so she could feel. She squeezed her legs at the incredible feeling soaring through her. She was burning, on fire and ready to explode.

"More, give me more, Johnny."

John's hips picked up speed, thrusting in and out at a pace that was killing her. She needed more, wanted more. His hands slid up her stomach, kneading her body as he did until he reached her face. The little noises she made turned John on even more. He cupped her cheek and turned her head toward his and captured her lips. They both moaned at the contact, heat spearing through them and tying them around each other. As much as this position was incredibly hot and he loved it, John needed to see her face when they came together. Quickly, he grabbed Alyssa's hips, lifted her up and placed her to the side on the bed. John climbed over her and pushed back in all the way to the hilt. Wide eyes stared up at him, and he grinned.

"Heart to heart. That's how I want us to be when we make love." Anyone can fuck, but making love was a heartfelt connection that only two people could share between each other.

Then he kissed her senseless and showed her how amazing sex could be between two friends who just happened to be a little more than that.

Alyssa let a long breath roll off her lips. "Oh my God."

Kissing her temple, John asked, "Now do you think you can go back to sleep?"

"Uh huh."

Alyssa rolled over and curled up to John's side. She threw a leg over his and relaxed into him as he embraced her. As much as she tried to fight her chemistry with John, it was hard. Had it even been twenty-four hours since she promised herself that she wouldn't cave to him?

Her eyes rolled shut and she sighed as she felt her body falling deeper away. She wanted to fight John off, she wanted to tell him no . . . but she couldn't. It was pointless. Alyssa was weak when it came to him. He'd been there for her countless times, proving himself over and over and all she did was push. She needed to protect her heart, a heart that she'd given to Johnny many times over. She was empty inside, alone, but when he was around she felt alive and whole.

Wanted.

Alyssa needed to tread carefully. Very carefully.

Yawning, Alyssa stretched her arms above her head. Her muscles pulled tight and her back ached. She couldn't believe she had fallen back asleep. She truly thought she wouldn't be able to.

But then John showed her otherwise.

Her body warmed as she thought about what had occurred-she glanced at the clock-just four short hours ago.

Johnny. His fingers. His dirty mouth. And the pleasure he brought her, twice.

A content sigh rolled off her lips and she smiled dreamily. Sleeping in and waking to the smell of bacon and coffee. Mmmm . . . This is something she could get used to.

Rolling out of bed, she strolled into the bathroom and quickly brushed her teeth and threw some water on her face. Looking in the mirror, the puffiness under her eyes was still there but not as noticeable thanks to John and the extra sleep she was able to get. Grabbing a hair tie, she threw her hair up into a messy bun.

Following the delicious aroma into the kitchen, she spotted Brooke in her high chair shoveling a teething biscuit into her mouth, her little feet kicking out in excitement as crumbs dropped onto her tray.

"Is that my little girl?"

At the sound of Alyssa's voice, her daughter squealed.

"Oh, no. Don't cry, baby. Mama is right here," she said, unclipping Brooke and lifting her. She brought her to her chest, her little arms wrapping around her neck. She leaned forward and tried to give Alyssa kisses Brooke style open mouthed and slobber everywhere. Alyssa chuckled at her attempt and kissed her cheek. Brooke rested her head on her shoulder. She gave her one more squeeze then made eye contact with John.

Blood rushed into her cheeks and she became shy. He was standing in her kitchen, shirtless with his impeccable body, frying bacon.

"Hey," she said softly, biting her bottom lip.

"Mornin'," he said, looking over his shoulder. His green eyes sparkled in the light, a slight grin forming on his mouth. John turned around and leaned against the counter, his stomach flexing and his hands resting on the counter behind him.

"Sleep well?" he asked "Very well. Thank you."

John nodded.

"When did you wake up?"

"About two hours later."

"I was completely out. I didn't hear you or Brooke at all," she said, swaying to and from on her feet. "Kind of scary how deep I slept."

Knowing John wasn't going to cross the distance, she did.

Stopping just inches from him, she rose on her tiptoes and hovered in front of his mouth. Luckily he was leaning against the counter or she would never be able to reach him. "Morning," a husky breath rolled off her lips, their eyes locking onto one another's. Instead of pressing a kiss to his mouth, she moved to the right and kissed his cheek. She felt John clench his jaw under her kiss, so her lips lingered longer than normal.

John snaked an arm out and wrapped it around her. He pulled her to him then gripped her chin with his other hand and pulled her mouth to his. Looking her straight in the eyes, he kissed her mouth hard.

"Now, that's how you say mornin'." He winked.

All it took was a kiss. Every. Damn. Time.