Come Fall

"Try to get some sleep," Sage muttered.

Stop touching me.

Vivianne continued to massage his back and predictably his lower body responded. Blood pounded in his head and throbbed at his temples. He turned on the light. Big mistake. The button on her pajama top popped. The sight of all that cinnamon flesh made him groan. He couldn’t stop himself he needed to touch her.

His index finger outlined Vivianne’s clavicle. She exhaled on a deep breath. That same finger circled the hollow in her neck. Vivianne pressed a soft kiss against his mouth and he lost it. His hands circled her waist, pulling her closer.