“You taste like heaven. Right now, I need to be balls deep inside you again, but I’ll be coming back for dessert later. I want you creaming on my face all fucking night.”
I laugh. “If I’d known you were this dirty in bed, I would have slept with my best friend years ago.”
“Oh, Freckles, we’re just getting started.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Lo
Iwake and shove a hand over Gabe’s mouth to keep him from snoring. The cool coastal breeze dances over me, and I shiver, despite the warm body beneath me.Wait. I’m butt-ass naked and lying on top of my best friend.Holy shit. I’m in bed naked with my best friend—or, I guess on the couch in his courtyard—because it seems we were too drunk to move inside.
What the hell happened last night?
I do a mental check-in with my body. Muscles? Sore. Lips? Sore. Vagina? Yep, pretty goddamn sore—except in that good way that means you’ve been ridden hard and put away wet.
Gabe and I had sex last night. A lot of sex.Oh my god, I slept with my best friend and I don’t remember any of it.
He stirs beneath me, his hands wrapped around my back and gently smoothing over my muscles.
“Gabe?” I say quietly.
His hands still on my back. “Yeah, Freckles.”
“Just so I have it right in my head. We slept together last night, right?”
“Yep.”
“Cool.” I glance at the tattoo on my finger. “And we didn’t do anything else crazy like ... get married?”
He chuckles. “No.”
“Did you instigate this sex session? Or did I?”
“What are you talking about? You don’t remember?”
“Not really. No.”
“Fuck. I knew we were too drunk. For the record, I told you I loved you, and you reciprocated by climbing into my lap. I was a fucking goner the second your lips touched mine, so do not hold that against me. You don’t remember any of this?”
“I remember that kiss, and I seem to recall you sliding your hands into my skirt and making me come.”
“And kept you coming all night, I might add.” He holds his palm up for a high five and I laugh and smack mine against it.
“So, what do we do—”
“We go inside, because the shop opens at ten and no fucking way am I having those assholes see you splayed on my couch.”
“I should probably get home anyway. I have to work later today.”
“That is a terrible fucking idea. Let me make this clear. We’re going to get up and go upstairs. I’m going to piss, you’re going to brush your goddamn teeth because you smell like tequila and all my favorite bad decisions. And then your thighs will be wrapped around my face and your pussy is going to come so hard you soak my fucking bedsheets.”
My mouth opens on a startled laugh and then I quickly cover it because tequila breath.
Gabe wrinkles his nose. “Seriously, how much fucking tequila did you consume last night? Remind me to keep you away from open flame today.”
I smack his chest and attempt to roll off him, but he pulls me down with two hands cupping my face and kisses me. Morning breath and all.
I pull away first because though I know he’s only kidding, I’m not the only one who’s suffering from death breath.