Georgia's POV
My entire body ached. Every muscle, every inch of me throbbed with the delicious reminder of last night. Nick had devoured me like I was his last meal, and now my skin still tingled from where his mouth and hands had claimed me.
The room was still dark when I blinked awake, his heavy arm draped over my waist. I tried to shift carefully, but even the smallest movement sent a pulse of heat low in my stomach—God, how could he still affect me even in his sleep?
But today was his birthday, and for once, I wanted to be the one taking care of him. He always spoiled me with breakfasts, but this morning, I wanted to surprise him.
I bit my lip, easing his arm off my body, lingering for a second, staring at his handsome, peaceful face. I loved the way his touch still branded me, then I slipped out of bed.
The suite's little kitchenette held exactly what I needed: eggs, sugar, flour, lemons, milk, cream cheese, butter, and cream. My lips curved into a smile. Perfect.
