He straightened and picked up another log. He was about to put it in place when his gaze locked on mine. A shine fleeted in his hazel eyes, something I couldn’t decipher, and I licked my lips. Groaning, he set the log down and let the ax fall on it with too much force.
“Hey,” I called, taking a few steps closer. “Talk to me. I can see there is a storm inside you. Let it out.”
His half-grin took over his lips, but it didn’t have its usual pull. This time, it was a sarcastic one. “Believe me. You don’t want to see my storm coming out.”
“I do.”
He groaned and grabbed another log from the pile. “Don’t you have someone else to bother?”
“Unfortunately, no, I don’t. And I’m not here to bother you. I promise I’ll leave once I know you’re okay.”
“I’m okay,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Yeah, and I’m the Fairy Godmother.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Are you granting wishes?”
I scoffed. “Genies grant wishes, not fairies.”
“Damn.”
He cut the log, and I could see it was his way of burning off some steam. He was letting his anger and frustration out with each slash of the ax.
“Garrett, what are you going to do now?”
That stopped him. He looked at me, his eyes harsh. “I don’t know.”
Curiosity tugged at my gut and I glanced at the cabin. It looked so old and too small. Did it have everything he needed? Wouldn’t it fall on his head?
I walked to the cabin, went up the two front steps, and opened the door. The place was dark, with only two windows, rough wooden walls, and a course stone floor. The kitchen—a couple of cabinets, sink, small fridge, and even smaller range—was in the right corner. A small fireplace that was lit and warming the place, a tube TV, a low wooden table, and a sofa occupied the left corner. In the back, a queen bed, a nightstand, and a tall drawer completed the place. Past the bed, a door led to what looked like the bathroom.
My heart tugged. He deserved much more. The worst part? Knowing his father could have given him everything and didn’t.
“What are you doing here?”
Startled, I jumped and placed a hand on my speeding heart. I hadn’t seen him following me in. I turned to face him and found him close, looming over me with hooded eyes.
“I told you. I came to make sure you’re okay.”
“No. I mean here.” He gestured to the cabin. “Inside.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Why was I inside the cabin, looking at where he said he would be sleeping? Besides making me hurt and want to help, what else did it do? Anger him, that was what it did. By the tension radiating from his shoulders, neck, and jaw, and the harsh shine in his eyes, I knew he was mad at me right now.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t m—”
“Stop feeling sorry for me,” he hissed, clenching his fists. “I don’t want your pity.”
So this was his new game? To frighten me so I would stay away. This was probably his new game for everyone. He had been hurt before. By his mother when she died and left him alone, by his father when he refused to be a father to him, by Mrs. Hudson when she was a bitch to him, by Delilah and her fake righteousness. I bet even Jonah had let him down one way or another. Add a broken heart or two to that equation, and I knew he was on the brink of closing down for good.
“I don’t pity you, Garrett, but I hate this situation. I wish I could do something to help you. You’re a good man and you deserve better than this.” Taking a long breath, I rested a hand on his heart and he went still. “I want to be here for you, and you won’t scare me away with your harsh words and brooding mood.”
A pained shine crossed his eyes, and his heartbeat accelerated under my palm. I couldn’t ignore how wonderful and warm his skin felt. I wanted to run my fingertips up and down his chest, tracing each of his muscles, feeling them contract and expand with my touch.
My fingers twitched and I licked my lips. His gaze followed my tongue, his eyes darkening. He pressed his eyes shut and growled.
Feeling bolder than when we kissed the ball, I took a step into his personal space. The heat of his body brushed against my own, even with the half foot between us.
I gave in and let my fingers trail south, contouring his pecs, then the six-pack on his abdomen, and that V muscle leading down into his jeans. My other hand followed suit and when my fingertips grazed the waist of his jeans, Garrett inhaled sharply and wrapped his hands around my wrists, stilling my fingers.
He opened his eyes, and the anger and frustration in them were gone, replaced by lust. Raw lust. My knees went weak, but before I could melt to the floor, Garrett tugged my wrists and pulled my arms up and around his neck. Slowly, he slid his hands over my arms, around my shoulders, and down my back. He splayed his fingers on the low of my back and pressed me against him, drawing a loud huff from my lungs. He leaned into me and I tilted my head toward his. My heart raced as I waited for his mouth to be on mine, but he paused an inch away.
“What do you want, Bia?” His voice was barely above a whisper, and his breath washed over my skin. Meu Deus. I grasped his shoulders for support. “Tell me what you want?” His lips grazed my chin, and I whimpered. “You gotta say it.”
I pushed this frail Bia aside and forced the old Bia to emerge. “I want you,” I said, hoping my eyes conveyed exactly how much I wanted him.
A growl rumbled from his throat, and he closed the distance. He brushed his lips over mine once, twice, three times, as if he needed to test the waters before actually jumping in deep. Meu Deus, but then he jumped in, his mouth moving with a rough want against mine. I matched his rhythm, showing him I was ready for whatever he wanted to give me. For whatever way he wanted to give me. His tongue invaded my mouth, dancing with mine, and I moaned. With a groan, he knotted his hand in the hair at my neck, pressing me to him even more, as if there was any space left between us.
His other hand slipped under my shirt, and I shivered with his touch on my skin. He brought his hand around me, until his thumb grazed the lower edge of my bra. I gasped against his mouth, and he took advantage of my surprise to kiss me deeper. I fell, not caring what was at the end of this cliff. I just needed to fly, to feel, to let him ravish my body, even if it ended up mangled on the other side.
Painfully slow, he slipped his entire hand under my bra and cupped my breast, pinching my nipple. I moaned, sucking on his lower lip.
“Hot damn,” he whispered.
Without breaking his hungry stare, I pushed his shirt down his arms and pulled my sweater over my head. I reached to my back to open my bra, but he gave me that lopsided grin.
“Let me,” he said, his voice husky.
With pleasure.
His eyes on mine, he advanced. The intensity in him, in his stare, in his powerful body, had me almost stepping back. However, I stood my ground. I had never been with a man that could bring me to my knees with one simple touch—and I wanted to. I wanted him.
He reached around me, his chest an inch from mine. Meu Deus, the heat coming from this man would drive me insane even before he had done anything to me. I bit my lower lip. The thought of what he would do to me made me desperate.
He glanced at my mouth. “I’ll bite it,” he whispered, bending toward me and taking my lower lip between his teeth and making me whimper. Letting go of my lip, he unclasped my bra and threw it to the side.
“You should lose the pants too,” he said, tugging the waistband of my jeans. He popped open the button and the zipper, then pushed my jeans—and my panties—past my hips, and down my legs. I helped him and stepped away from them. He threw them in the same direction the bra and the top had gone. Then he stood there, watching me with those incredible hazel eyes, not close enough to touch, but close enough to burn me. His eyes raked every inch of my body, as if he wanted to etch my image into his mind so he could never erase it, even if he wanted to.
I should be embarrassed by standin
g naked in front of him, but I wasn’t. I could see it in his eyes that he liked what he saw and that brought more boldness to me. I stuffed my chest and stood proud as his gaze burned my skin and coiled my belly.
He lifted his hands, but didn’t touch me. He hovered close to my skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. I shivered.
Incapable of standing this close to him and doing nothing, I put my hands over his and guided them to me. One cupping one of my breasts, and the other on my hip. His gaze intensified, and I was sure he could make me come just like that.
He brushed his thumb over my nipple, and with the other hand, dug his fingers into my skin, pulling me to him. I gasped at the full contact of his chest with mine. He let go of my breast and snaked that hand to my back, pressing me to him.
“This feels so good,” he said, before taking my mouth with his. His kiss started slow and deep, but when I entangled one of my legs around his, he groaned and his kiss became rougher, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.
He slid his hands down to my thighs and tugged them. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he lowered us to the bed. He kept an elbow on the mattress so his weight wasn’t crushing me, but that was exactly what I wanted. I tugged his ass with the heel of my foot, pressing him closer, and he groaned, but dropped the elbow and buried his face in my neck. He inhaled before placing a sweet kiss on the soft spot between my neck and shoulder. I shivered again. Chuckling, he bit that same spot, making me shiver yet again.
I was about to protest that he still had his pants on, when his hand trailed a path to my inner thigh. I stopped breathing, suddenly aware of how bad this could go, how involved I could become, how taken I would be, but I was not capable of stopping right now.
He propped himself on his elbow and looked at me. His fingers neared my entrance, and I arched my back, closing my eyes.
“Look at me,” he said. I opened my eyes, but as soon as his finger rubbed against my tender flesh, I closed them again. He withdrew his finger. “Look at me, Bia.”
I sucked in a breath and forced my eyes open. My reward was his entire finger inside me. I cried out, closing my eyes in the process.
He pulled his finger out. “Bia.”
I shot my eyes open. “All right. All right.”
He chuckled, placing a soft kiss on my chin before locking his eyes on mine again. This time, he thrust two fingers inside me, and somehow, through the immense pleasure flowing through me, I was able to keep my eyes open, to stare into his dark pools, those hazel eyes that shone with lust.
He rubbed his thumb on my clit and I cried again, digging my nails on his shoulders. He drew circles around me while sinking his fingers deeper, sending fire rolling in waves in my veins. Moans escaped my throat, but that was something I couldn’t control, especially when Garrett was watching me with his mouth slightly parted, his breathing heavy, and his eyes shining as if I was the most beautiful, the most delicious thing he had ever seen.
My toes curled and I arched my back, feeling the pleasure built up, so close to exploding.
Then he stopped everything.
“What …?” I asked, but he raised a brow at me, and started moving down on me, placing tiny kisses on my neck, shoulder, breast, belly, and hip. My breath caught. Meu Deus.
He spread my legs apart and leaned into me. He teased me with his hot breath along my inner thighs, making my belly clench in anticipation. Then his tongue lashed out on my clit, and I cried his name. I fisted the sheet around me, afraid I would break into a million pieces with each stroke of his tongue. Then he slid two fingers inside me hard while circling his tongue around my clit, and I was done for. My body tightened and pleasure broke loose like a dam, making my body quiver uncontrollably.
For a moment, I was in a blissful daze, and when I came down from my high, but not down enough, Graças a Deus, I found Garrett with a foil package hanging from between his teeth while he took his pants and boxers off. I looked at his erection and swallowed hard. He was huge, and I couldn’t wait another second before he was inside me.
“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to do something about it?
“I’m coming,” he said, kicking his pants to the side.
“I hope so,” I said with a naughty smile.
I didn’t know if he caught the double meaning of my words, but he showed me that half-grin, and pure lust radiated from his eyes as he rolled the condom on. Slowly, he crawled over me. Keeping most of his weight on his elbows, he rested his forehead on mine, and as I spread my legs, he positioned himself over at my entrance. I grabbed his biceps as he entered me, robbing me of air and filling me completely. When he was deep inside me, buried to the hilt, he stilled.
“Fuck, this feels good,” he muttered.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and kicked his fine ass. “Garrett, I’m going to die if you don’t move.”
His lopsided grin flashed on his lips before he brought them to mine. Kissing me, he pulled back, all the way out—I instantly felt his absence—and then sank back inside me. He did it again and again, going faster and deeper with each stroke, making me scream louder and louder.
This was too good, Meu Deus, just too good. Sex had never been this good. I didn’t know what it was, but I felt so close to him, so connected to him. He kissed my neck, his warm breath on my skin and his delicious scent filing my lungs, sending a shiver up my spine.
He bit my neck. “God, so good,” he said in a growl. “I could eat you up.”
Oh, please, do.
With each thrust, my body tightened with pure pleasure, and I was sure that if he kept that rhythm I wouldn’t last much longer, and damn, I wanted this to last. Surprising him, I pushed him to the side and flipped us around. His eyes widened as I sat straighter over him.
I smiled and then he smiled. A full on smile. Just for me. My heart stuttered.
His hands landed on my waist and, with my eyes locked on his, I started moving. I pulled up, then down hard. He groaned and his fingers curled in my skin.
“Fuck,” he mumbled as I moved up and down, harder and faster.
Even swimming in pleasure, I couldn’t not appreciate the view under me. He was too hot, too handsome. His abs, chest, and biceps were taut. His chin and jaw chiseled, his cheekbones high, his parted mouth swollen and kissable, his hair soft and messy, messier than usual. His hazel eyes bright, staring at me. I had no idea what was written in them; I just knew that I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop staring at him, and I couldn’t stop moving. Faster and harder.
“Bia, please, don’t stop,” he said, his hands on my hips, guiding me over him.
I leaned over him, wanting to be close to him, as close as we could be, when we both came. I placed a soft kiss on his lips, but then his hand was on my neck, locking me there. I wiggled my hips while moving them up and down, feeling my pleasure at the edge, and he groaned.
“Like that?” I asked, wiggling again.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he whispered.
He nudged my neck lower and took my mouth in his, plunging his tongue in and caressing mine. I wiggled one more time and lost it. I exploded but didn’t stop moving. Although, with two more strokes, Garrett went still for a second, before trembling under me. He wrapped both arms around me as he rode down the high, and I smiled, glad I provided this moment of pleasure and relaxation to him.
When he stopped trembling, he ran a hand through my hair and kissed my forehead. “That was …”
I crossed my arms over his chest and propped my chin on them, looking at him. “Amazing?”
He craned his neck and I met him halfway for a brief kiss. “More than that,” he said.
“Agreed.”
We stared at each other. I was unsure why I fought against this so hard, but I was glad I finally gave in and came to him on my own.
The glow on his face faded, and he pushed me to the side.
“Um, I’m hungry. Are you? How about I drive somewhere and bring us food?”
; I frowned. Maybe it was me, but it seemed like he realized what a mistake he had made and was now looking for a way to get rid of me. A pang ran through my chest. As much as it hurt, I wasn’t a clingy girl, and I wasn’t going to complain or ask why.
I forced a smile. “Yeah, sure.”
He shot up, got dressed, and then knelt on the bed beside me.
“I’ll be right back.” He placed a sweet kiss on my lips and then rushed out of the cabin.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Garrett had been gone for almost an hour.
I leaned on the driver door of my SUV, asking myself why I didn’t just leave. I mean, he all but ran away from me after we were done. Obviously, he didn’t want me here. As soon as I heard his truck driving down the road, I shot up and got dressed, determined to leave. However, as I walked out of the cabin, I realized that would be childish. We couldn’t just pretend nothing happened. Well, maybe he could, but I couldn’t. I liked him way too much to pretend. Besides, would I run away from another thing in my life? No, I would stay right here until he got back, even if he took his sweet time cursing himself for sleeping with me before manning up and coming back. He probably thought that if he stayed out for a long time, I would get tired of waiting and would leave.
I confess, I almost hopped in my car and drove away several times. Droga, that option wasn’t out of the question yet. If he took much longer, I really would leave. Final exams started tomorrow, and I hadn’t started studying yet.
I hugged my jacket and looked up, knowing it was about to snow again. Another half hour passed. The hell with it. If he didn’t want to talk to me, then I didn’t want to talk to him either. Apparently, we were taking the childish path.
I opened the door of my SUV and I was slipping inside when I heard the sound of a car driving closer. I turned and saw his truck approaching. He parked beside me, exited his truck, and walked around it, looking at me with a frown.
“You’re leaving?” he asked, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
I jumped out of my SUV, but leaned against the doorframe. “I thought you weren’t coming back.” He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, I continued, “Listen, Garrett. If you didn’t want me here after we had sex, you should have told me. I’m not a child and I’m sure not clingy. I won’t whine or complain. You should have told me you needed space or some other half-lie like that and I would have left. Okay?”
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