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Ansley
We make it to the spare room, and he drops me to my feet as he begins to untuck his shirt from his jeans.
“Graham and Taeli will be back with Caleb any minute,” I remind him.
“I know,” he says as he pulls the shirt over his head.
“They’ll wonder where we are.”
He chuckles. “No, they won’t. Why do you think Graham offered the room to us?” he says before sitting on the bed and pulling me to him.
He reaches around and unzips the back of my dress.
“He offered the room to you. Not us,” I argue.
He slides the dress from my body, and it drops to the floor at my ankles. Then, he tugs me forward, and his mouth finds my neck.
A shiver runs through me, and I forget all about my argument.
I run my hands through his thick hair, drop to my knees in front of him, and reach for the button of his jeans.
“Ansley.” My name falls from his lips in a raspy plea, and I look into his eyes as I slowly slide his zipper down.
He is hard and ready as I reach in to release him from his boxer briefs.
I hold the base of him with one hand as I stroke him firmly with the other. Running the nail of my finger down the hard ridge. He twitches in my grip, and his breath catches as he watches me.
“Foxy,” he murmurs as his hands drop to my head and urge me forward.
I lick my lips and then dart my tongue out to taste his tip, liking the salty taste of him.
“Mmm,” I moan, and the fire in his eyes as he watches me nearly melts me into the floor at his feet.
He groans, and his hands fist my hair. So, I lick him again, this time letting my tongue roll around the swollen bulb.
“Ah, yes,” he encourages.
Opening my mouth, I take him deep inside.
I keep my fingers wrapped tight around his shaft as his thickness glides in as far as it can go, and then I begin sucking as he lifts his hips and thrusts slowly in and out of my mouth.
He mutters unintelligible words as his muscles flex. I can sense that he is holding on to his control by a thin thread.
I suck him in deeper as I relax. I grip his thigh with my free hand and hold on as I pull back my lips and drag the edge of my teeth lightly down his length. He growls low and deep in his throat as the speed of his thrusts increases.
Knowing that I have the ability to drive this man wild is a potent aphrodisiac.
His fingers tangle almost painfully in my hair as he swells in my mouth, and I know he is close to exploding.
I look up and watch his face as he tries to hold back and prolong his pleasure. His breaths start to come quick, and then he groans my name when I feel his body stiffen as he comes. His seed hits the back of my throat, and I swallow, savoring every drop of him and the ability I have to make him lose control.
“Fuck, Ansley.” His gravelly voice washes over me like a gentle rain, and I look up to see his green eyes concentrated on me at his feet.
His expression is intense, and it makes my heart clench.
I love him. I always have.
A sweet ache that makes me feel vulnerable and exposed blooms inside of me at the realization. I’ve never felt anything close to this with another man.
He reaches down and lifts me.
His hand comes up and cradles the side of my face, and then he says, “Your turn,” before he sweeps me off my feet and I land on my back.
Thank God.
I don’t know how to process these intense emotions at the moment. All I know is that I want him with every cell in my body.
He pins me to the mattress and settles his body between my open thighs.
His mouth finds mine immediately, and he hungrily kisses me as his hands slide down and around to cup my ass and bring me in closer. My head falls back against the pillows, and I reach and thread my fingers into his silky, dark hair and tug. He presses his body into mine, and he is hard, muscled, the heat of him resting exactly where I want it.
My body starts trembling with need, and I bring my right leg up and wrap it around his hip, trying desperately to get closer.
I arch my back and slide my hands from his hair and down his back, the tips of my fingers digging into his muscles.
He lets out a guttural groan as his mouth runs down the column of my throat, sucking and nipping as he makes his way to my breasts.
The need that pulses through me catches me off guard. I’ve only had a rare lover the past few years, and they’ve never kept my interest for long. How can Garrett still set me on fire after all this time?
I grip him tighter as his tongue explores the tops of my breasts, which are exposed above my camisole. An exquisite tingle shoots straight down my spine as he sucks my nipple between his teeth through the thin fabric.
God, that feels so good.
I purr my encouragement.
