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Ansley
Ifinally emerge from my peaceful slumber, disoriented. My eyes catch the blurry sight of an unfamiliar ceiling fan, its blades whipping around a base. A creaky noise moans through the air with every rotation. I groan as I stretch my legs and back. Light beaming in from a huge window causes me to bring my hand to cover my eyes as I roll to my side and right up against a warm, hard body.
Oh God, what did I do?
I bolt straight up, bringing the sheet with me. Garrett is stretched out beside me, and he opens one eye.
“What time is it?” I ask as I look around for my clothes.
“Early,” he groans.
“Get up. I have to get to the café,” I yell.
“Relax, Foxy,” he mutters.
“Relax? Relax?! I can’t relax. I have to get to work. Where are my clothes?”
I scramble onto my knees, still clinging to the sheet, and begin crawling toward the bottom of the bed when he snags an arm around my waist and pulls me back toward the pillows. He flips me to my back and crawls atop me, chest to chest.
“Let me go,” I screech.
“Calm down, Ansley. It’s Monday morning,” he says against my hair.
Monday. Shit. The café is closed Sundays and Mondays.
I breathe a sigh of relief, but the panic doesn’t subside.
“Right, Monday,” I repeat.
The panic is replaced by mortification as memories of last night come flooding back to me.
I had sex with Garrett. On a boat.
Afterward, he brought us back into the dock. I was so sated and exhausted that I didn’t protest when he picked me up off my feet and carried me up to his loft.
Dammit, where are my clothes?
“Calm down, Foxy,” he whispers against my lips.
I try to focus on the weight of him and calm my racing heart.
“Are you all right?” he asks.
I nod.
His eyes fall to my mouth, and before I can protest, he kisses me. Softly. Sweetly.
My legs involuntarily fall to the sides, allowing his body to rest flush against me with only the thin sheet between us. I moan as his morning hardness presses into my upper thigh.
He releases my mouth, and his lips continue down my neck. His tongue explores the tops of my breasts, which are exposed above the hem of the sheet that I’m still holding tightly. He hooks his finger into the sheet and manages to pull it to my waist. An exquisite tingle shoots straight down my spine as he sucks my nipple between his teeth.
God, that feels so good.
I purr my encouragement as I fight to keep control.
Control of my emotions. Control of the situation.
He brings his head up at the sound, and his mouth finds mine again. The kiss is deep and slow, and I start clawing at the fabric still separating us. Desperate need pulsing inside me.
“I want to feel you,” I gasp.
But he continues to slowly caress me.
“Garrett,” I groan his name as I arch up into him.
“So needy,” he says into my ear before nipping at my lobe.
He slides his hands down and lifts his torso, so he can pull the cover away.
Once he has me completely uncovered, he starts to kiss his way down my body at a maddening leisurely pace. Stroking and caressing every exposed inch of flesh until I’m a frantic, shivering mess.
When he reaches my thighs, he presses them farther apart. He finds me wet and ready for him and swipes his fingertip across me and then brings it to his lips.
Desire ripples through me as I watch him suck it into his mouth.
“You taste good,” he purrs.
Finally, he spreads me with his fingers and bends his head, and his tongue starts to tantalize my hot flesh.
I moan his name as soon as his mouth touches me, and when he nips at my clit with his teeth, my hips jump in his grip.
Every nerve ending in my body ignites, and pleasure twists and knots inside of me as he inserts a finger and starts to curl it, hitting just the right spot.
He takes his time, using his mouth, tongue, and hands to drive me into a frenzy of sensation.
