Ninety

Warm hands caressed me awake and I moaned, turning away from it. I felt so utterly tired and wanted some sleep. Besides, I probably imagined it. Where would warm hands come from in my bed?

"Hailey," A deep silvery voice murmured and I felt someone place a kiss on my arm trailing his mouth downwards until he reached my fingertips.

My eyes flitted open as I recalled who it was that I was in bed with. Xavier. My husband Xavier Lowell. My heart jostled wildly within my rib cage and I sat still for a while. I had sex with Xavier. Scratch that, I had mind-numbing and earth-shattering sex with Xavier.

The room was dimly lit and I tried to find a clock to know what the time was, but Xavier's insistent kisses were too hot and melting for me to resist.

"I know you're awake," he whispered in my ears and I giggled.

We were naked. I was lying on my side, with my back facing him, enjoying the feel of his hands as they roamed my body. His palm, rough and large, settled lightly on my waist, palm