It took a second before he smiled.
Georgie.
She was pressed up to him, cheek to his lateral, he couldfeel her soft hair there, her arm was around his back.
He liked her just like that, but he had a feeling he’d likesomething else better.
So he shifted, which made her shift, and he instantly foundthere was more to be into with Georgiana, because she made cute sleepy noisesas they both moved.
This being Dutch turning to his side to face her, Georgianagiving him room to do that, then burrowing in, tangling her legs with his,wrapping her arm tight around his waist, shoving her face deep into his chestthen sliding it up, so it was in his throat.
This left him with his chin on top of her hair which wascontained in the poofy ponytail she’d put in it before they’d crashed the nightbefore.
He slid both his arms around her, gave her a squeeze, andmurmured, “You awake?”
“Mm,” she hummed.
He grinned.
“Baby, good morning kiss,” he prompted.
“No,” she denied.“Morning breath,” she explained.
He let his hands start roaming.She arched into him.
“I’ll brave it,” he said.
She moved her head up, her lips on him now, along histhroat, to the side of his neck.
“Dutch,” she whispered under his ear.
Christ, he liked how she said his name.
His hands began to roam with a purpose.
Her lips moved down his jaw.
“Rough,” she mumbled.
“You like smooth?”
Her eyes found his.“I likeyou.”
Well, fuck.
Enough play.
He kissed her.
He did not go in easy and he didn’t do that because he had amorning hard-on.
He did it because he’d woken up for the first time withGeorgie in his bed.
He took her to her back, Dutch on top, and they both gotbusy with hands and mouth and tongues.
And she didn’t have anything to worry about.She tasted of ahint of last night’s toothpaste and Georgie.
All good.
