Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Where am I taking you?” he whispers against my flesh.
Right here, against this wall, is fine by me, I want to say. But on the off chance that Scarlet comes back for something, that’s not wise. Every go at Garrett has ended hastily because someone interrupts us. If it happens one more time, I might die. “Bedroom. Through the kitchen.” With that command out, I capture his lips with mine again, my hands cradling his jaw. The faint stubble against my skin is intoxicating.
Garrett’s feet pound along the hardwood as he carries me down the hall, through the kitchen, slowing only to fit us through the narrow doorway and kick the door shut behind us. The bedside lamp is already on, casting a dim, moody glow.
“I can’t get enough of your mouth.” He sets me down.
“That’s because you haven’t had the rest of me yet.” I shove my pajama shorts and panties off my hips, letting them fall to the floor.
His eyes flare as they rake over my naked form. “I believe you.” Hooking his thumbs around his waistband, he sheds his track pants.
“Your turn for commando tonight? I guess that’s only fair.” My breathing is ragged as I move backward toward my bed, both to lead him there and to get a better head-to-toe view.
Garrett Harrington naked is a vision.
He simply stands there a moment, allowing me to admire him as I perch myself on the edge of my bed. The sharp V cut of his pelvis is like an arrowhead carved into his body, pointing downward to my toy for the night—jutting upward, tall and proud.
While I gawk at him, his own gaze traces my every curve, jumping between my heavy breasts and where my thighs join and back again, as if unsure where to focus.
Then, as if some switch gets flicked, some decision made in that beautiful brain of his, he stalks forward, guiding me until I’m on my back, my thighs falling apart.
He curses under his breath, getting his first real look at the part of my body he made sing once not so long ago, in the dark. “It’s a good thing I couldn’t see anything in that closet,” he admits roughly.
“Why is that?”
“I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.” He drops to his knees. Peering up at me through thick lashes to show me the desire burning in his eyes, his mouth seals over my center.
A sound of intense pleasure climbs out of me, his tongue even more skilled than the hands that grip my thighs, pushing my legs apart to grant him access. I angle my hips, my fingers weaving through his hair as he laps at my core with teasing swirls and hard sucks. Bill was the only one who could ever coax an orgasm out of me this way, and it took forever. He’d often get frustrated, and then I would get frustrated, and we’d end up fucking before he went back to finish me off.
But with Garrett, things are happening and fast, a shiver building along my spine, my body opening itself up fully to him again. Where I had to be silent in the closet, now I release every sound without remorse or shame, my hips rolling as I chase the looming explosion.
It arrives in a rush, surprising me, tremors coursing through my limbs and my hips arching off my mattress, as uncontrollable cries wrench from inside. Pleasure consumes me in waves that Garrett prolongs with his tongue until I’m shaking from the intensity.
“No more,” I gasp, shrinking away.
He releases me, leaving me delirious, floating on a cloud of ecstasy that I never want to come down from.
I don’t know that I ever came that hard with Bill. I do know that it never happened that fast. Not with him, not with anyone. “That has to be a record for me,” I murmur, my eyes half-mast.
“Too fast?”
“No, just right. Because you have time to do it again.” Ten more times.
I feel his chuckle between my legs, even though he’s climbing onto the bed, kneeling before me, rolling on a condom.
“Not a fan of missionary, right?” He seizes my calves and lifts my body until it lines up perfectly with his rock-hard erection, leaving my lower back resting against his thighs.
“You take a lot of notes when I talk, huh?” I arch my back and hips, teasing him. I’m helpless in this position. “It’s fine if you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“You haven’t been with the right person.”
I’m not about to bring up my sex life with Bill, which was robust and healthy. “That’s not it. I just prefer—” I cry out as he pushes into me without warning.
“Prefer what?” Garrett smiles. He knows how much pleasure he can bring a woman with that beast. What a smug bastard.
“Other things,” I manage around a gasp. God, he’s only halfway in and it’s overwhelming. “Dirtier things.” Dirty, by some people’s standards. I claim no judgment about anyone’s sexual proclivities.