Bradley's POV
The gentle pressure of an arm laying across my lower chest was comforting. Anna's head lay in the crook of my shoulder and chest, her coconut scented hair tickling my neck and chin. She had one leg flung over mine, pinning me to the bed. I didn't want to move and wake her up. She had to be exhausted.
I couldn't get enough of her last night. We had slept briefly after the first time, but came together three more times during the night, finally falling asleep sometime around four this morining. I may have been her first, but I promised myself that I would make sure I was her last, and only lover. She was inexperienced, for which I was very thankful, but she was eager to learn. And I was thrilled to be the one to teach her.
I am totally and completely addicted to this woman.
