"Good morning," he greeted Lilly who entered the kitchen, rubbing her eyes laden with sleep.
She was still in her pajamas—a pair of black silk shorts and a top printed with small flowers that he could not recognize because he didn't stare long enough for he could see her hard nipples were pushed in soft fabric. It was the first time he saw her wearing proper pajamas and he liked it.
"Good morning," she replied with a yawn, stretching her arms over her head.
Matthew gritted his teeth for the fabric of her silk top was tightened over her chest, exposing the shape of her breasts and he had a hard time looking away because of the way she looks, with her messy hair and how the morning lights, bouncing on the stained glass window, touching her soft skin, he wanted to push her on the kitchen island and devour her for breakfast, have her for lunch and take her for dinner.
