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Garrett
“Hand me the heels off the bed, please,” she says as she balances on a stepladder under the shelving that I just finished securing to the closet wall.
I walk over and grab two of the six pairs of high heels I see lined up.
She looks down. “Can you hand me the red stilettos first?”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because they are three-and-a-half-inch heels and I want to display them from tallest to shortest,” she explains.
“Why does it matter?” I ask.
She sighs. “Because I wear the tallest ones the least often, so it’s better to have them on the top. The ones I wear every day, I want to be able to pluck them off the shelf easily.”
I grin. “As anal retentive as ever, I see, Foxy.”
She kicks at my side. “Hey, there is no need for name-calling, Tuttle. And I told you not to call me that.”
“You used to like it when I called you that. I believe I gave you that nickname after our first kiss,” I say.
“I don’t remember anything about our first kiss, but I can recall everything about our last one,” she snaps.
“No, you can’t because our last kiss hasn’t happened yet,” I inform her.
“Are you kidding me with that ego, Garrett Tuttle?”
“Ego? I’m just stating the facts, sweetheart.”
“Oh, you are such a—”
I cut her off, “What? What am I, Ansley?”
“You’re a silver-tongued devil who doesn’t know the difference between his idea of facts and actual history,” she says.
“I seem to remember your love of my silver tongue,” I muse.
“Don’t do that. Don’t try to make me swoon,” she bites.
“Swoon?”
“I’m immune to your charm now, Garrett Tuttle,” she states as she descends a few steps of the ladder.
I chuckle as I step into her.
She plants her hand on my chest. “Back off. Just because you helped me out doesn’t mean I like you any more than I did an hour ago.”
“You think you didn’t like me an hour ago?” I ask.
Her eyes narrow. “I think I stopped liking you a long time ago, and I believe the storm is over. You should go,” she says and then turns quickly to reach back up to the shoes.
She loses her balance at that precise moment. All of a sudden, my arms are full of warm, delicious curves, and my body springs to life.
One minute, I’m keeping her from falling and hurting herself, and the next, I have her backed up against the wall of the closet.
She yelps in surprise when her feet hit the floor, and I use the opportunity to take her bottom lip between my teeth. I suck her tender flesh into my mouth, and she lets out an involuntary moan.
The sound nudges me forward, and I take her mouth in a scorching kiss. At first, I’m gentle and teasing. Tasting her and reacquainting myself with the feel of her soft, full lips. Then, she winds her arms around my neck and grabs a handful of my hair. When she leans her body into mine, the thin grip I have on control snaps in two, and I press my body flush to hers.
She gasps, and I take advantage and deepen the kiss. Before I know it, we are all hands and mouths. She is practically crawling up my body, and all I can think about is stripping the tank top she’s wearing from her and kissing my way down her body.
She manages to wrap a leg around my waist, and I help her get the other up by grabbing ahold of her ass and lifting her.
Once she’s locked on to me, I break away from her mouth and start sliding my tongue along her jaw. Her head lolls to the side to give me better access to her throat, and I kiss and bite my way to her collarbone.
She starts clawing at my shirt, tugging it from the waistband of my jeans. Once it’s loose, her hands glide up my stomach and across my abs.
“Oh my God, you’re solid as a rock,” she mutters as I nip at her earlobe.
I chuckle, and I feel a tremble slide through her body.
I pull the strap of her tank down just enough to expose the round tops of her breasts, but before I can bring my mouth to them, she tangles her fingers into my hair again and pulls hard.
My gaze snaps to hers.
Seeing that flame kindled in her eyes, replacing the ever-present animosity that I grew accustomed to tonight, is exhilarating. Until she realizes what she has given away and that heat is replaced with mortification.
“Foxy, stay with me here,” I whisper.
The words splash between us like a bucket of ice-cold water, extinguishing any lingering flame.
“Put me down,” she whispers.
“Ansley.”
“Put me down, Garrett,” she commands.
