Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“Okay,” I said slowly, hoping he would say more. “I think this one might work out, though. He hasn’t said no.”
Garrett’s jaw tightened. “But if it doesn’t. Don’t give up on me.”
Surprise and a pang of tenderness made my heart trip in my chest. “Hey.” I reached up and cupped his face, my self-consciousness falling away in the face of this startling vulnerability. “I’ll never give up on you.”
His eyes met mine, and for the first time since he walked in the door, I felt like he was really seeing me.
I pushed up on tip toes and kissed his unsmiling mouth. At first, he didn’t respond, so I kissed his chin and then his throat and then the sensitive hollow of his throat just above his starched white shirt. Finally, his arms came up around me, his fingers tangling in the ends of my hair. I felt him harden as I kissed and licked my way back up to his lips. When I reached them, he groaned and his tongue thrust into mine, and we were kissing with a desperate intensity.
The bedroom was only a few feet away, but the couch was even closer. I pushed him down onto it and straddled his strong thighs. He looked damn good in this Tom Ford suit. It occurred to me to wonder where he’d been, but as soon as it did, the idea evaporated. I didn’t care where Garrett had been earlier tonight. I only cared that he was here now, with me. I played with the knot of his tie while he devoured my mouth, his arousal hard between us. I rocked against it, wishing I wore nightgowns to bed, something filmy and insubstantial that could be hoisted up to my waist easily or torn off altogether.
As if he were thinking the same thing, Garrett slipped his hands down the back of my cotton sleep pants, squeezing my ass and pulling me harder against him. He was being rougher than usual, and it felt pleasantly dangerous to have all this reckless, insatiable lust between my thighs, like I was riding a volcano or a wild animal.
His eyes were dark as he pulled back just long enough to yank my tank top over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra so my breasts spilled out into his waiting hands. He leaned in and sucked at the sensitive flesh, his mouth closing over one nipple. As the sensation rioted through me, I grabbed fistfulls of his hair and began gyrating above him. His cock was pressed against my entrance, and even though we had too many layers of fabric between us for me to really feel it, tiny explosions were going off all throughout my body.
I moaned as he moved his hand around and pushed inside me. I was gripping his shoulders to keep from sliding bonelessly to the floor, but he roughly grabbed my wrist and pushed it down to the hard bulge straining against his pants.
I rubbed it desperately while he worked a second finger into me. I wanted to feel all of him without the barrier of our clothes, but Garrett didn’t seem inclined to rush. I couldn’t think straight, the onslaught of pleasure was too overwhelming, but somehow, I managed to get the button and zipper undone. His cock sprung free, long and hard, so big I was surprised as always that it fit inside me, that it felt so good when it did. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around the head.
With a hiss of pleasure that was a hair’s breadth from pain, Garrett withdrew his hand. He gripped me by the waist and gently lowered me onto the ground in front of him. As I lowered my mouth onto his hard knob, he reached forward and began pinching my nipples lightly, then harder. The lust that surged through me spurred me on, and I sank down deeper, taking him as far into my mouth as I could.
Garrett pinched harder as I ran my tongue up and down the sides, swirling, and then sinking back down until the head of his cock was against the back of my throat.
Garrett’s balls tightened, and suddenly, he pulled me off of him and held me at arm’s length. He was looking at me, but his eyes were opaque and his breathing hard and jerky. When he got control of himself, he stood up and pulled me to my feet. My heart slammed in my chest as he picked me up effortlessly and began carrying me toward the bedroom. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, flicking my tongue into his ear as we walked.
In the bedroom, he tossed me onto the bed and quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. I hurriedly shoved my sleep pants down over my hips, kicking them off and reaching for him. Garrett covered me with his body, driving his knee up between my legs. I ground against it, desperate to feed the hungry lust surging through me.