Sweet Prison (Perfectly Imperfect #10)

The morning sunlight streaming through the window caresses my skin, its rays falling directly on my chest where Massimo is trailing his finger along the raised ridge of my collarbone. A small smile tugs at his lips just before he lowers his head and kisses the little dip of my throat. I squirm, tickled by his stubble, and giggle.

He quickly pulls away. “Sorry. I’ll shave.”

“Don’t. I like you like this. Rugged. A bit wild looking.” I reach out and drag my knuckles along his jaw. “Does this mean I no longer have to eat an omelet for breakfast?”

“Why would it mean that?”