Page 38 of Worth the Try (Atlanta Granite #1)

Ansel

I ’ve got her slammed against the door before she even knows what’s happening. God damn this woman and her mouth. Her sweet, beautiful, sensuous mouth that she used to tell Lauren off.

It’s hot as fuck.

The way she stood up for my daughter? For me?

I sink to my knees and pull the gown up, groaning when I see the flimsy lace fabric barely covering anything between her legs. I press my mouth against her, feeling her wetness and nearly losing my mind in the process. The panties have to go. I rip them with one hard yank of my hands.

Above me, Elodie gasps. “I liked those! I just bought them…” She drifts off with a moan that turns into a curse.

I grin as I run my tongue over her clit just the way she likes it. “Can’t help it,” I say against her. “Needed to eat this pussy.”

Her hands thread through my hair as she lifts a leg over my shoulder and settles against the door, happy to let me have my way with her.

I don’t let up, thrusting my tongue into her and following it with my fingers, finding that perfect spot that makes her practically sing with pleasure as I pay attention to her clit, swirling and pressing.

“Fuck, Ansel, fuck, fuck, fuck !” On the final curse, she climaxes, shuddering and bucking against my face.

It’s fantastic.

But I’m nowhere near done. I pull her through the orgasm, and when she exhales and sags against the door, I rise and scoop her into my arms.

She flails her legs and swats at my chest. “Ansel! Put me down, I’m heavy!”

“Baby, I hip thrust more than you,” I promise. “Now quit wiggling and trust me when I say I can handle you. All of you.”

She blinks slowly, her already-glassy eyes shining with satisfaction. “And what’s next?”

“Next, I’m going to bend you over that couch. I’m going to bury myself so deep in you and fuck you so hard that neither one of us will ever recover.”

A feline grin crosses her face. “Sounds perfect.”

We reach the couch, and I set her down. “Turn around and let me unzip you.”

She starts to obey, then shakes her head. “Not yet.” She walks around the couch and settles into the center cushion. “You first. You in that tux is almost criminal.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You like this getup?”

She licks her lips and looks me up and down. “I do. And I’ll like it even better when it’s on the floor next to you.”

Without breaking eye contact, I toe off the too-tight shoes and pull off my socks. It’s not sexy, but damned if she doesn’t stop me before I do anything else.

“Next is the jacket. Only the jacket.”

I shrug it off, letting it fall to the floor.

“Now the cuffs.”

“Not the bowtie?”

She shakes her head. “Absolutely not. Cuffs. Undo them and roll them up your arms.”

“But—”

“I want those forearms on display, Ansel. Gimme.” She makes a get on with it motion with her hands.

I laugh. “Who are you, and where did my sweet Elodie go?” But I do as she asks, undoing my cuffs and rolling them up for her inspection. “I feel ridiculous.”

She drags her gaze up my chest and finally meets my eyes, ravenous. “But you look incredible.”

“Can I take the shirt off now?”

She hums, making a show of thinking about it. “Turn around first. I need to see that thick rugby ass.”

I choke out a laugh but do as she commands. “Thick rugby ass? Seriously, who are you?”

“A woman who is taking the time to appreciate the fine specimen of a man she’s lucky enough to be with, that’s who.”

After a moment, I turn back around, clocking the adoration on her face even as she blushes.

There she is. Slowly, I reach up to the bowtie, untying the knot and pulling it out with as much finesse as I can.

Then I start on the buttons, undoing them one by one, absolutely riveted by Elodie.

She’s tense, her body flushed, and her breasts, God fucking help me, they are heaving as she watches me.

This might be the hottest thing I have ever experienced in my life.

Actually, it is . No contest.

And since I’m just as turned on as she is by this entire thing, I stop when I get to my waist, spreading the shirt wide and letting her get a good look, before pulling the sides back together.

Her mouth clamps shut as her eyes meet mine.

I smile, then pull the shirt back apart. Her eyes drop to my chest, unmoving as I slide one part of the shirt out of my pants, then the other. I unroll the cuffs, delighting in how she licks her lips as I go, and finally let the shirt fall to the floor behind me.

She exhales. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?” She meets my eyes and lifts a weak hand at me. “Your body is insane , Ansel. Your chest is…ugh. And your abs? Stupid. But it’s those muscles” —she gestures at the ones leading below my pants— “ those are heaven-sent.”

I wink at her, then start taking off the belt. When it’s joined the rest of its compatriots on the floor, I unbutton and unzip the pants.

“That’s enough,” she says, then crooks a finger and beckons me with it.

“Yes, ma’am,” I smirk, closing the distance to her as she stands and turns.

“Unzip my dress.” She reaches to pull her hair around, but I stop her.

“Let me. Please.” These fucking curls. I dream of her hair.

I pull them to the side, exposing one creamy shoulder and a sea of russet freckles.

My cock twitches as I press a kiss to her skin.

She hums as I straighten and begin to unzip the dress, inch by delicious inch, revealing more freckles for me to worship, dotted like paint splatters around her back.

I breathe her in, delighting in her scent, fresh and darkly floral.

I reach the end of the zipper, and she shrugs it off, turning to me in nothing but her heels. When her doe eyes meet mine, I say, “The shoes stay on.”

She grins, then sits on the edge of the couch, spreading her legs wide. “Come here,” she whispers. When I do, she pushes my pants off, leaving me only in my underwear.

“Black briefs,” she says, shaking her head. “Only you could make these look sexy.”

I smirk. “Gotta give you what you want, Elle.”

She licks her lips. “That is the perfect answer.”

Without another word, she pulls them off. My cock springs free, already leaking and aching for her. She pulls me close, one hand gripping my thigh as the other wraps around the base of my cock as her head lowers.

“Fuck.” I grit the word out, already seeing stars as she takes me to the back of her throat and out again, swirling her tongue along every part of me.

Her hair falls to the side, and I gather it up, wrapping it around my hand and using it to guide her mouth up and down my shaft.

She digs her nails into my leg, and I nearly black out from it all.

The bite of pain from her nails against the pleasure of her mouth.

I look down, and she’s watching me, her eyes never leaving mine as she takes me in over and over.

I’m going to explode.

Pulling her off, I yank her up with a growl. “Bend over. Now. ”

I give her all of three seconds before I’ve got her levered over the arm of the couch, raising her hips and shoving a pillow beneath her before spreading her wide.

She’s flawless, all soft curves gone taut with want, her back arched, golden-brown curls spilling down her back.

I notch into place, but pause. Needing just a moment to pull myself together.

She looks over her shoulder. “Ansel. Give me your cock.”

My chest heaves as my throat tightens. “Whatever you want, baby.”

I slide in, and her head lowers as she lets out a curse.

Gripping her hips, I push into her, over and over and over, wanting her to feel every inch of me.

Needing it like I need the very breath that’s sawing out of my lungs.

Desperate never to stop feeling the way her body clenches around mine, the perfection of it.

As though we were made only for each other, made to come together like this.

When she tightens around me and lets out a strangled moan, I go harder.

Faster. “Yes. Please don’t stop—please— Ansel—” She cuts off with a yell, coming so hard that my body immediately tumbles after her.

My orgasm hits like a freight train, coursing through me like lightning as I give myself over to it.

Stars. I see stars as I pull out and take the few steps to collapse onto the couch. With a satisfied laugh, Elodie falls into my arms.