Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Garrett grabbed me by the arms and turned me around to face him. “You’re not fucking leaving me until you tell me what’s wrong. I explained myself, but you’re still so damn stiff and withdrawn.”
I stared up at him. The genuine concern in his expression broke down the rest of the wall I’d thought I put back up—or at least attempted to. My wall had once been ironclad, but this man had brought it down so easily. As if it had been made of sand.
“Nothing,” I started, then sighed. “Me. It’s me. Not you. I’m not this person, Garrett. I don’t do this.”
His frown deepened. “You don’t do what?” he asked.
“Act like this. Get upset and … and clingy. I was being needy, and … and I don’t do that!”
He studied me for a minute before his lips twitched. The amusement danced in his eyes. “You’re needy, huh?”
I shook my head. “No. I had a moment of weakness after mind-blowing sex. It’s over. I don’t like that girl. I won’t be her.”
Garrett jerked me closer against him and then caressed the side of my face. “What if I want you needy, hmm? What if I like you being clingy?” His eyes roamed over my face, as if he wanted to memorize every detail. “Fuck, you’re even more beautiful without makeup on.”
My body leaned into him of its own accord. Again, he seemed to control it, not me. I became his marionette doll the moment he touched me. It should make me feel weak, but the desire in his gaze as he looked at me said something else. I wasn’t weak. He wanted me too.
“I missed you,” he said, lowering his head until his lips brushed against mine. “So fucking much.”
I opened for him and threw my hands around his neck as he kissed me. The tease of his tongue as it danced against mine lit a fire under my skin. His hands ran down my body until he cupped my bottom and pulled me up until his erection pressed against me. He used his teeth to tug my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked hard, then began trailing kisses down my neck until he found the mark he’d left on me. I’d had to use makeup to cover it from Gypsi and at work but clean from my shower it was in clear view.
He licked at it several times, and I shivered in his arms.
“Let me fuck you,” he growled.
“Gypsi’s inside,” I reminded him.
“I’ll send Kye around to the back of the camper. I can set you on the hood of the car and slide into you. Anyone who sees us in the dark will think we’re just kissing.”
I clung to him. I knew already that I was going to do this. The ache between my legs echoed through every cell in my body.
Garrett turned his head to look at the driver’s side window. I heard the car door close, and I knew Kye had gotten out. He’d known what his boss wanted with one singular look.
“Other side of the trailer,” Garrett ordered him.
Kye didn’t ask questions, and I was too turned on by this that I didn’t care that he knew what we were about to do. Garrett picked me up and carried me over to the car, sitting me on the edge of the hood. He started kissing me again as I opened my legs, and he slid a hand under my shorts to find I wasn’t wearing panties.
“Naughty girl,” he said against my lips, pushing the fabric aside as he ran his fingers along my wet folds. He unzipped his jeans and shoved them down with his boxers until his erection was free of its confines. With one hand, he pulled my shorts aside as he used his other to guide his cock to my opening. “I wanted to fuck you raw the first time somewhere I could hear you scream, but I need in you now,” he said in a husky whisper.
As he pushed inside of me, I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out. His hands grabbed each side of my head as he sank in all the way. The darkness in his eyes started to take over.
“That’s what fucking paradise is,” he groaned. “God, pretty baby, you feel incredible.”
His mouth covered mine again as he started pumping into me. Our breathing became ragged, and Garrett held my head as his mouth hovered over mine. The heat from our breaths mingled as small cries escaped me. Garrett’s eyes locked with mine while he thrust harder, stretching me with a fullness I’d never had.
“No more, Fawn,” he grunted. “No more being fucking difficult. When I send you a goddamn gift, you take it. Don’t walk away from me when you’re mad. No more.” The commanding tone as his pace quickened and he held my head, still not allowing me to look anywhere but at him, didn’t insight my anger. It made me tremble instead.