Connor
The first thing I registered was hands. Big, warm hands closing around my ankles and tugging. I yelped and clutched at the sheets like they could save me. "Edward! I'm not ready!"
He just laughed, low and wicked, from the foot of the bed. The sound rolled through me and made my stomach flip. "Morning, trouble," he said.
"I was asleep," I argued, kicking weakly as he started to tickle my feet. I dissolved immediately. "Okay, okay! Stop! That's cheating!" The plan a few hours ago was to continue breakfast out on the desk until Edward pulled off his boxers again and had me screaming once again.
My laughter was too loud for this early. It echoed off the wood beams and bounced back at me. I tried to roll, to bury myself under the duvet, but Edward was stronger and far more determined. He dragged me right to the edge of the mattress, and then in one smooth move he scooped me up.
I ended up off the bed and in his arms before I could even process it.
