“Stef.” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I found myself sitting next to him in his truck as I looked up at him, his hand still in mine as he set the monster vehicle into park. “Second thoughts?”
“Not for a moment,” I answered honestly, hardly recognizing the tone of my voice, breathy and low. A growled curse fell from his lips just as his free hand moved to the side of my head, into my hair, and his mouth descended on mine.
Best. First. Kiss. Ever.
Not that I was super experienced in that department, but for me, it was the best kiss I had ever been on the receiving end of. Not that it was difficult to accomplish, but it was so off the charts wonderful, all I knew was I didn’t want it to end.
“Sunshine,” he groaned, pulling away, kissing my nose and leaning his forehead against mine. “We should stop.”
“Why?” I whimpered. Stopping was the last thing I wanted. I wasn’t easy, not in the least, but he made me want so much. I knew the moment we stopped, I would overthink everything.
Opening my eyes, I saw the way his strong, squared jaw clenched, and I leaned toward him in the confines of the cab of his truck and kissed him. It was a small, shy kiss, but I knew I would remember it for the rest of my life. There would be no way in hell I could forget how stunned and tortured he almost seemed as I pulled back.
“So damn sweet,” he muttered, and I couldn’t help the way his words made butterflies swan dive and fly around my stomach and made me grin.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I mumbled breathlessly, but he pulled away, straightening his body in the driver’s seat and looking out the windshield.
“I’m not giving anyone a show.”
“Okay.” Show? Oh, my God, I was making out with Garrett like a teenager in the parking lot of the new Doubletree that had just opened down the street from Kip’s bar.
Last week, I had been clear about not being the kind of girl to sleep with some stranger, but right then and there, his gaze on mine, my heart stuttered at what I saw. There was so much honesty and unbridled desire, my thighs automatically clenched together.
Just like that, I realized I was about to get laid, and I fought a panic.
Did my underwear match my bra at all? Was I decently trimmed up downstairs, or was it like Jumanji come to life? Nervous energy swirled around me, my mind on a million little things.
“Stef?” The gentle way he said my name snapped me out of my thoughts and made me look at him. Damn, he is hot. “If you’re having second thoughts…”
“I’m not.” I wasn’t. I was just freaking out. It had been a while since I’d had sex, and never with a man who looked like the one currently looking at me like I was slightly nuts.
“Sunshine.” I knew by his gentle tone that he was trying to put me at ease. Which proved I was right. He had a sweet side despite all the gruff and grouch.
Maybe his bark is louder than his bite?
Though, thinking about it, having Garrett bite might not be a bad thing.
“Are you having second thoughts?” I asked.
“No.” His lips twitched faintly.
“What number is your room?” I wasn’t sure why I asked. Crap, I was terrible at making small talk when I was nervous.
“Our room.”
“What?”
“Our room is 143.”
Our room. Damn, I liked the sound of that. A lot. Licking my lip, I looked toward the new hotel. I had driven past it probably a million times, but never stayed there.
“Sunshine?” I turned to look at him. His eyes were like chocolate. Warm, slightly melty, and if I wasn’t mistaken, highly amused. Which I didn’t mind. I brought that out in people.
“Yeah?”
“Ready?” Am I ever. Nodding, I opened my door and slipped out, putting my purse over my shoulder.
Not a second later, he was next to me. His huge hand engulfed mine, and we only took about three steps forward before he stopped us. Silently, he ran his fingers through my hair with his free hand. I leaned into him. Our mouths touched, and right then and there, I knew exactly how Alice felt falling through the rabbit hole. Exhilarated and completely out of her mind with nerves.
I held on to the front of his shirt with both hands, giving back as much as he took. Holy crap, did he take. He was like a starving man and my mouth was an open-lined buffet. He nipped at my lips, soothing every sting he created, and I got lost in every sensation he brought out of me. Letting myself drown in the manly sounds he made as my toes curled inside my flats.
“Garrett.” I somehow found the strength to pull away from his lips, and he stepped back. His massively muscular chest heaved up and down.
“You still with me?” he almost growled, and my legs pressed together as a lightning bolt shot down to my ruined panties.
“What?” I asked, trying to get my brain to function again.
“That… that fucking kiss,” he started to say, his voice deep and a little hoarse. It made me shiver. “Fuck, baby, I knew… Shit….” He closed his eyes. A wave of dread flew through me.
“What? What was wrong with—” But I couldn’t say another word. His thumb grazed my lower lip, and a guttural groan escaped from somewhere deep within him. His eyes burned with white-hot hunger, like I was part of a hot fudge sundae in the middle of a heat wave.
“Nothing was wrong with that fucking kiss. It was fucking perfect. It was just a taste of what’s going to happen in the room.” His eyes were even darker than a second before. “Are you still with me, sunshine?” he asked, and I tore my eyes from his and looked down at my knees to make sure they were still holding me up.
Holy crap, who says things like that?
“I’m… umm, yeah… I’m in… like so, so in,” I stupidly and eagerly answered. His face transformed in front of me as his usual stoic and serious expression heated further, a wolfish grin on his lips that somehow reached his eyes.
“No, baby, but I will be.” Before I could react, he bent and somehow threw me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. Staring at the ground, I was so entranced by the way he took the biggest steps I’d ever seen anyone take, I didn’t even notice how my laughter rang in the air.
Chapter Nine
Garrett
He knew better, but he couldn’t help himself.
How the hell was he supposed to resist?
Jesus, the girl had a subtle sultriness about her.
Sexy mixed with wide-eyed innocence, and that was just when her eyes met his. Add the sound of her soft giggles that sounded like something that would come out of a fairy, and who the hell could blame him for being weak?
He carried her to their hotel room and shut the door behind them before tossing her onto one of the two queen beds. She had him wound up tight, like some kind of caveman, and he knew he had to tone it down. He looked down at her. She was temptation wrapped up like spun sugar he knew without a doubt would melt deliciously on his tongue.
His hands clenched, he was scared to frighten her. Garrett felt like a starving beast, ravenous for what only she and she alone could give him. The soft denim skirt she was wearing had ridden up her thighs, exposing creamy flesh his hands itched to touch.
“Please don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts.”
“I’m thinking I want to fuck you into tomorrow and then some,” he crudely shared and watched as her chest heaved up and down.
Damn, she was hot.
This tiny, petite package with a handful of curves that would fit perfectly in his massive hands. Any other woman with her stature, he wouldn’t have looked twice at, too worried about having to go slow or be gentle, yet here he was, a war waging inside of him as to how the hell to take the night.
That was until she made the decision for him.
He watched as she shifted, moving up on her knees on the mattress. She steadied herself, and before he could ask her what she was doing, he watched her dainty hands unbutton her top. One button at a time, like she had all the time in the world, each o
ne hypnotizing him. Beautiful silky-soft skin was bared, and he couldn’t help himself, pulling his own tee up and over his head, letting it fall on the ground. The only thought driving his movements was to feel her pressed against him. A husky groan escaped from him at the sight of her pink bra beneath her blouse.
She reached back and undid the pink cotton, and just like that, there she was.
Topless and bared, easily the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on.
High, round, creamy breasts with the prettiest pink areolas and hardest nipples all beckoning for him. One hundred percent uncovered for him to feast on. The tight hold he had on his self-control broke. His mouth watered for a damn taste. In that moment, right then and there, he wasn’t a man who had seen the crap of humanity. No. He was a man needing to fulfill and satisfy the gorgeous nymph of a woman who kneeled before him in nothing but that sexy little denim skirt.
Leaning forward slightly, his hand on her torso, he pulled her toward him and let his mouth hover right over the tightened pebble before he slowly licked the underside of her tit, then took her nipple into his mouth and suckled it wetly.
“Oh, my God,” she moaned. He let it go with a loud pop before blowing cool air over it and watched as it somehow hardened further, straining for his mouth.
“Garrett—” she pleaded, arching toward him, but he held her hips with both hands.
“Still.”
“But—” He shook his head at her attempt to argue with him.
“You don’t know me, sunshine, but I think you get I’m a man who likes control.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed that.” He frowned, and her cheeks blushed. “I just mean with how we met, you got drunk and then beat up.”
“Shh.” He shook his head trying to bite away a smile threatening to take over. “How do you do that?”
“What?” she breathed, her hands skimming his chest. He licked his lips at the sensation of her lithe fingertips moving across and through his chest hair.
“You make me want to fuck you hard and rough and kiss you while we laugh all at the same time.”
“Oh,” she breathed.
“I let them kick my ass. I’ll explain why after. Not now,” he found himself saying. He wasn’t sure why.
“Okie dokie.” Okie dokie. Damn, she was cute. This time, he failed and smiled briefly.
“I shouldn’t touch you,” his voice rasped. He wanted more of her taste in his mouth.
“Again with this?” She moved her hands from his chest, but he was quick and covered her wrists with his hands and placed them back gently.
“I shouldn’t. I’m fucked up for a million reasons, and you are this bundle of—”
“Let me guess, sunshine?”
“Smartass.”
“Better than a dumbass,” she whispered.
“Dumb is the farthest thing from a descriptive word for you.” And he meant it. She was smart and beautiful and savvy. From what he remembered, he knew she was also street smart. The whole fucking package.
A woman who looked like her, acted like her, smiled like her. Jesus, no wonder he was a goner.
“Garrett,” she quietly said, and he could see in her eyes that his words meant something to her.
“I shouldn’t touch you, but I am. I’m going to touch every square inch of your body and make you mine.” Mine, a voice quipped up, and he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “For tonight,” he added for self-preservation. “I’m gonna make you dirty and filthy, and you’re going to fucking love it, Stef.”
“Wow.”
“I love this sexy-as-fuck skirt, baby.”
“You do?” she moaned softly. His dick jerked against the zipper of his jeans.
“Mmm…” He nuzzled his nose against hers, deeply breathing in the scent of her, sharing her breath. He didn’t just like the way she looked in it; he loved it. There is something deliciously filthy about it
“There is?” she questioned, and he opened his eyes, feeling the smile on his own face before he could stop it. He didn’t care. He probably looked like an idiot grinning from ear to ear, but that’s what she did to him. Though, the way she looked at him with lust and wonder reflecting in her eyes matched everything he was feeling gave him some kind of relief.
“You can only wear this skirt when I’m around,” he told her and didn’t miss the sassy way one her brows quirked up before he lost view of her, his mouth on the soft spot where her neck and shoulder met.
“Oh really?” she challenged, her voice low as her body trembled beneath his touch. Sweet and shy one moment, and feisty the next.
“Naughty and innocent all at the same time.” His hands crept up the back of her thigh, reaching a perky, round globe and squeezing it roughly. “You wear it only when I’m around, baby.”
“Okay,” she breathed, her tone hitched higher.
“Wear it bare, for me,” he coaxed, a need to hear her say she would driving him hard. Mine. That damn voice wouldn’t leave him alone.
“For you,” she moaned, and he squeezed again. Hooking his fingers over the tiny strings, he pulled her thong down, somehow avoiding touching her sex, and looked to her thighs. Fuck. The white thong was soaked through. He breathed in deeply. The air smelled like her. Feminine and utterly delicious.
“Garrett, please.”
“Please what, sunshine? Please shove my fingers in that pretty little cunt of yours and fill you up?” he asked roughly, pushing her slutty little skirt up and pulling her thighs farther apart. She let him. Trusting and willfully.
“Yes,” she whispered, her wide eyes filled with need. He smiled wickedly, bringing the tips of his fingers over her sex. He could feel her dewy warmth, and without hesitation, he shoved two fingers into her tight little snatch.
“Fuck,” he cursed, feeling her wet tightness around him, strangling his fingers. He’d never felt anything as tight.
“Yes!” she hissed. He looked down at her, her face filled with euphoria, he wanted more.
He wanted to be the one to make her come harder than she ever thought was possible. He needed to hear his name cried out from between those sweet little lips as she writhed around tangled sheets for him. As he worked his fingers in and out of her, his dirty mouth ran away with him. “Jesus, sunshine, you hear how sopping wet that little kitty is for me? Nasty, nasty girl.”
“God.” Her head fell back, and her hands tightened on his chest, her nails biting into his muscled flesh.
“You like hearing what a nasty little slut you are, don’t you?” he pushed, wondering if he was taking it too far, but his innocent-looking beauty simply gushed further on his fingers, clenching around him. “My dirty girl, so fucking innocent and wide-eyed out in the world, but here for me, you’re anything but, aren’t you, Stef?”
“Garrett—” she gasped.
“My dirty little fuckslut.” He took his fingers out of her sex, and she looked up at him with desperation in her eyes. “Time for you to feed me, baby. Lie back. I need to eat.”
She did as he asked. He watched her lie back on the white sheets, her hair fanned out on the pillows. He was about to order her not to hide herself when her hands moved to the round globes of her perfect tits, but suddenly, he watched his mouth watering as she pulled on her pebbled peaks. Garrett had never seen anything sexier than what was going on in front of him. Stefanie caressed her breasts, and her soft moans filled his ears as she arched her back. His cock stiffened further. Never, not once in his thirty-eight years, had he been that hard.
“Jesus, Stef.” The awe in his voice was clear.
Garrett should have been a gentleman. A good man would have drawn out the moment, taking her slow and gentle as he did a million and one things to her body.
But he wasn’t a good man.
When it came to her, he was an animal. He needed her with a fierceness he didn’t recognize.
Falling between her legs, he didn’t think. He acted on pure instinct. When he took that first lick between her legs
, her tangy and womanly flavor hit his tongue and he moaned deeply against her slit and didn’t stop. He licked her harder and harder. Desperation to hear her cries and whimpers fueled him as he skimmed her back entrance with his finger before he let it glide back into her tight little cunt.
“You’re fucking gorgeous everywhere,” he snarled against her sex, his eyes on her, pulling her dewy lips apart. “Fucking perfection.” His nose flared, breathing in the scent of her as the feel of her surrounded his fingers. She writhed on the bed, her hands clenching the sheets.
“Garrett,” she cried, and he went back to eating.
To feasting on her sweet pussy. He felt her hands move to his head, gripping his short-cropped hair. He didn’t realize the smile he wore as he enjoyed her. Pulling her pretty legs further apart and over his shoulders, he settled in and fingered her while he worked her swollen bundle of nerves.
“Oh, my God, Garrett!” she exclaimed.
Glancing up at her, he didn’t stop. He kept at her with his fingers and mouth. A patience he didn’t know existed fell over him. He’d fucking live and die between her legs if need be. No better place to be. She made him feel like a man.
Mine.
Her pleas and whimpers only pushed him, energizing him to take her to the brink, then pull away from her as he slowed his fingers, wolfishly smiling at the desperation that clawed at his dirty little sexy slut. She needed to come, and he was the only one who could get her off.
Mine. Mine. Mine, a voice in his head chanted, and alongside the ever-increasing volume of the sounds she was making, it only pushed him further.
“Mine!” he growled and went back to her sex, this time pushing two fingers in her tightness as his thumb grazed the tightened rosebud of her other hole. He pushed further, not breaching it, just adding pressure as he undid his pants. His cock sprung forward, and he held it tightly.
Her white knuckled grip made him want to grin and beat on his chest. Her body tensed up, her wetness growing sweeter on his tongue. His girl’s back arched upward, and his free hand moved to the softness of her abdomen, holding her down. He would be damned if she was going to deny him watching her get off. Her incoherent pleas grew, and he was done.
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