MICHEAL'S POV
I woke up to the soft touch of something warm and wet moving down my body.
For a moment, I suspected I was dreaming—half awake, arms heavy, sunlight peeking through the curtains. But then I opened my eyes and looked down.
There she was.
Ashley.
Snuggled between the sheets, her bare back arched over my knees, hair tumbling onto my skin like silk. Her mouth was soft and warm, waking me up slowly and teasing with measured strokes that got all the nerves in my body screaming simultaneously.
"Good morning," she breathed, never looking up.
I gasped. "Jesus, Ash…"
She smiled a little, wicked and playful, her voice coarse. "Couldn't help myself."
I reached down, brushing her hair back, my hand around the base of her neck. "You're going to kill me one of these mornings."
Her
