“God, Anna,” he breathed against her skin. “I want to touch every fucking inch of you.”
His words drove straight to her core, hot and intense. In the past, she’d been self-conscious about her nakedness but not here, not with him. His grey eyes devoured her, driving her crazy with lust. Heat and hardness from his erection pressed through the wet fabric of his trousers, tempting her with a promise.
His mouth continued to trail an exquisite path, pebbling her skin with goosebumps. One hand slipped between her spread legs, his fingers briefly gliding across her clit before slipping inside her. She was panting for him and whimpered as his touch filled her. He pushed deeper in response to her cries, curving his fingers slightly so they pressed on that most sensitive of spots, sending ricochets throughout her body. She arched her hips into his touch, wanting more of him.
“You taste so fucking amazing.” His breath was hot against her ear as he nipped and sucked at her earlobe. Skitters of pure pleasure cascaded down her spine, and her slick walls enveloped his fingers in an exquisite sensation. A gentle moan arose from within her, and she pushed back against him as his fingers continued to put delicious pressure on her most delicate nub.
Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers and turned her to face his dark eyes. He pushed her carefully backwards until her hips met the wall then dropped to his knees in front of her. Her hands flew between her thighs.
God, there?
Her cheeks heated as Garrick removed her hands. No one had ever kissed her there.
He gazed up, his eyes hungry for her. “I want to taste all of you.” His voice was rough with urgency and need. He reached forward and kissed her just beneath her belly button, moving down in firm, biting kisses that raced to her very core, fuelling a breathlessness that caught in her throat.
His fingers were delicate as he touched her most sensitive spot, flicking and teasing before lowering his mouth and kissing away her inhibitions.
Oh.
He pushed harder against her, taking some of her weight in his arms. His breath was hot against her folds as he took her clit into his mouth and sucked. Pleasure exploded in her brain as he tasted and loved every part of her.
She moaned and bucked against him like a wild thing, all inhibitions shed while his fingers buried inside her, pressing against her tender walls. She sensed she was close, raw sensation overwhelming her and obliterating everything else apart from Garrick and the way he drove her body under his hands.
Coiled heat and pressure built against the base of her spine. She was so near, all conscious thought wiped from her mind as he made love to her with his mouth. He released her clit, his teeth grazing its swollen nub. It was too much, and Anna splintered, tightening around his fingers as she screamed her release, his name on her lips.
Her legs trembled in the aftermath, but Garrick’s muscled arms clasped her against his body as she gave herself up to him.
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Garrick rested with his face buried against Anna’s neck. His arms were wrapped around her waist her to keep her from falling, hot water was still drumming on his shoulders. For the first time since forever, he was possessed by something other than indifference. This woman had woken something in him that had lain dormant his entire life. Desire, lust, and something else, a need to protect and care for her, flooded his body in a torrent of emotion and desire.
He nipped her shoulder and straightened, pulling her with him. She blinked, smiling up at him, her expression languorous and sated. Her breasts brushed against the inside of his wrists, heavy and full. His mouth found hers again, tasting and claiming the hot, stroking velvet of her tongue. He pulled away, breathless, then smoothed the hair from her forehead and planted a kiss.
“I’ve not finished with you yet.”
Her eyes met his; her pupils dilated with desire. Her lips parted slightly, a smile playing on them. “Promises.”
He reached over and turned off the shower then pulled the towel she’d hung on the tap across her shoulders. He drew the cotton snug against her arms, rubbing them dry before catching her hair loosely in the towel.
“I can manage.”
“I’m sure you can, but humour me.”
With the worst of the water absorbed from her hair, he rubbed the towel down across her breasts, allowing the rough fabric to catch against her nipples. She hissed, her fingers digging into the muscles of his arm under his teasing ministrations.
He liked this. The smart scientist completely undone and vulnerable to his every touch. His erection was almost painful in anticipation of more to come.
He bent without warning and scooped her up in his arms wrapped in the towel. Water splashed on his legs as he carried her out the shower and into the adjoining staff room where he’d laid the blankets.
He placed her gently down then unbuckled his belt and dropped it to the floor, his eyes never leaving hers. She let the towel drop, then sat back, propping herself up on her arms.
Lust was a taut blow to his gut as he unlaced his boots, shucked them off, and kicked them away. His cargo trousers followed, flung to the floor along with his boxers. Dropping to his hands and knees, he covered her with his body, his chest low, barely grazing her skin. Electricity skated through every nerve, testing his self-control.
Anna cupped his cock in her hands, making him catch his breath. Her fingers circled the head of his erection, teasing across the sensitive tip already slick with arousal. She parted her legs beneath him, the tip of her tongue tracing across her lips.
“I want you inside me.”
Garrick paused. He reached out and pulled a salvaged condom from his trouser pocket. Her brow furrowed; her wet lips parted.
“Am I that easy to read?”
He shook his head and grinned. “Not at all.” He pressed his mouth to her, loving the taste of her. Would he ever have his fill of this woman?
Her hand caressed his face, nails scraping against the shadow on his cheeks. Her eyes blazed for him; her breath teased the nerve endings under his skin.
“Don’t make me beg then,” she said causing his muscles to strain under her hands. As she spoke, she brought his face next to hers. “I want you inside me now.” Her lashes brushed against his cheek, her eyes glazed with arousal.
He didn't need any further encouragement.
He pushed her thighs further apart, the head of his cock nudging her velvet folds, savouring the sensation of her delicate softness. The tension in his lower back was exquisite, his balls drawn up tight. He wanted to thrust into her, filling her with the passion that razed through him. He slid against her hot flesh, heard her take a sharp breath. She bit her lower lip as he buried himself to the hilt, her eyes slammed shut.
God.
She clenched him to her, sheathing his cock with her lithe body. He pulled back almost completely, gritting his teeth at the intense jolts of pleasure exploding down his spine. She peered up at him through heavy lashes. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly, rose-pink nipples grazing against the solid wall of his chest.
He groaned against the satin of her neck as emotion and sensation collided in his brain, one after the other.
“So fucking perfect,” he muttered in the shell of her ear, easing himself back into her, inch by inch. His entire body trembled with unspent raw energy as he pressed deep within her with exquisite tenderness.
She sensed his restraint and took his face in her hand, turned his eyes to hers.
“You won’t hurt me. I want this too.” Her eyes were wide, urging him on.
It was what he wanted and needed to hear. His control snapped, and his muscles contracted as he slammed into her, overwhelmed by the urge to mark and devour every inch of her. She gasped, wantonly wrapping her legs around him, clasping him to her.
Animal rhythm overtook him, unbridled and unleashed. He thrust inside her, hooking his hands under the small of her back to keep her snug against his pelvis. Pure pleasure built and coiled low within his body.
Anna ground her hips back to meet
him, moans of pleasure escaping her lips. She embraced him with her arms, her legs, all of her. Her body clenched his cock deep within.
He gave a low primal growl, nipping at her neck, drawing the flesh between his teeth. She cried out and stiffened under him, arching her body up from the rough blanket. The sound of her cries rocked him to the core, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He buried his face in her hair, calling her name repeatedly as he emptied himself into her.
He collapsed against her, his heavy frame covering hers, his fingers twisting in her hair, keeping her close.
Mine, Anna. All mine.
Small sounds of exhaustion and completion filled his ears as she relaxed under his weight. Soft hands trailed through his hair, cradling the back of his head. Her scent filled his mind, obliterating everything else, allowing peace and relaxation to flow to every corner of his being.
Finally, in Anna’s arms, his demons slept.
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Anna rolled over, taking in the sleeping, unpolished man at her side. Thick lashes grazed his cheekbones. He was warm and solid, one arm slung over her in gentle possession.
I feel so safe.
She had never relied on anyone in her life before. Independence had served her well and built her a brilliant scientific career. But lying here, the air heavy with sex, her heart revelled in the feelings created by opening herself up to Garrick.
Even though the world has gone to shit, this feels right.
She ran her hand across his cheek, enjoying the roughness of his stubble prickling her fingertips. He was everything she had avoided in men. Solid, dirty, reticent, and physical. Intellectually, her mind rebelled, but her body did not. He turned her on like no one ever had, like a fuse-wire had been lit straight to her libido. But it was more than that. She just wanted to be near him, wanted to know all about him and what made him tick.
When she had ended previous flings, there had always been a sense of relief, a gladness to be on her own again. She took in the rugged face in front of her, his breath warm on the back of her hand. She didn’t want to be anywhere else than here and she didn’t want it to end. Even though she wanted to make herself more comfortable, she remained still, not wanting to break the spell.
He stirred slightly.
Time ticks on, Anna.
Those piercing eyes opened, and her stomach fluttered. His smile was a little crooked.
“Hey, beautiful.” He cupped his fingers under her jaw and tilted her chin for a kiss. The taste of him flooded her senses as his tongue skilfully played with hers. His hand ran up her flank, his fingers trailing and tantalising, triggering a wave of heat to swell between her legs. Again? How did he do that to her? His fingers continued to explore, pushing through the still damp hair at the base of her neck, sending pleasurable electricity down her spine and limbs.
She broke away from his kiss, breathless.
“I didn’t expect this.”
He smiled, his eyes creasing in amusement. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it.” He reached for her and kissed her, biting her top lip gently. “Still, I’m not sure what you expect when you're standing in the shower all lathered and sexy as hell.”
He nipped her shoulder, grinning up at her through those dangerous lashes that completely undid her.
Her cheeks heated and she grinned.
“I’m not normally so brazen.”
“I like it.” A shadow passed over his face, and he frowned.
He rolled onto his back beside her, staring up at the ceiling. “Things are different now, aren’t they? None of us are what we were before.”
Shafts of moonlight crept in through chinks in the blinds, illuminating the room in stripes of pearly grey.
She ran her hand across his chest through the patterns of silvery light, not wanting to break the connection, not wanting him to move away from her.
“I’m sorry.” She waited for him to tell her what he carried so heavily.
“Don’t be. You have nothing to apologise for.” He turned and smiled at her, trying to comfort her.
She laced her fingers through his. “Do you want to tell me about it?”
“I let my brother down. End of story.”
“Okay.” Give him time, Anna.
She squeezed his hand and waited for him to continue.
“Tom, my brother, encouraged me to join the SAS. I was a mess, in with the wrong crowd. I’d done two years for a bank robbery.” He snorted softly. “Didn’t even make it into the bank. I was the driver.
“Tom picked me up after I got out of prison. Got me cleaned up; didn’t let me slide back into self-destruction. He was a bastard like that. I joined the army. Kept pushing. Tom was already in Special Services. He encouraged me to apply, and I was accepted. We were in the same squad for five years. Afghanistan, Belize, wherever. Until the invasion.” His voice dropped, lost in thought.
He twisted to face her, tracing his calloused thumb along the line of her jaw. She bent her head toward his fingers, wanting wanting him to never stop touching her.
“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him. I’d have been off my face, lying in a gutter somewhere when the Chittrix landed. No loss to anyone. I still think that a lot of the time. It should have been me that died that day. Tom was the better man.” He stopped, an uncomfortable expression flitting across his battle-hardened features. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to go on like that.”
“Shush.” Her hand smoothed his forehead. There were knots of tension under her fingertips. “It’s not your fault. He died like millions of others because of the Chittrix.”
“I should have protected him. He was my brother.”
She leaned over and silenced him with a kiss. God, he was addictive. She wanted more of him.
“We all could have done a lot of things differently. Not just when the Chittrix arrived. We’ve all made choices that didn’t work out so well. But they were all made in the best of faith at the time. That’s what matters. Or at least it’s what I think matters.” Anna paused, taking in his beautifully imperfect face.
Good can come out of bad situations.
“You’re a good man, Garrick. Your brother died, but how many others have you helped? You’re carrying a tragedy that was out of your control. Out of all of our control.”
She gestured at the empty room with raised eyebrows. “Look at how well the human race is coping with this generally.” She butted her forehead to his. His breath tickled her cheek.
“Maybe you should consider letting it go.” She hesitated. “There’s a lesson there for all of us.” What would it be like to trust him? To rely on him?
“Are you always this insightful?”
“Only with annoying men who save my life.” She punched him playfully in the chest, then spread her fingers across the broad expanse of his muscles. His heart was strong and steady under her hand. The regular rhythm soothed her. She winked at him, took his hand, and pressed it firmly to her breast. His touch was hot, and her nipple puckered under his caress.
“Dr. Anna Ward, you’re a bad influence,” he muttered, his voice hoarse with emotion.
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Garrick hissed a sharp breath through clenched teeth, as Anna’s fingers stroked his cock in a tight grasp.
She gave him a reprimanding look. “I’ll be the judge of who’s a bad influence.” Blood surged back into his cock, and his balls tightened in anticipation. Trapped by the hypnotic rhythm of her movements, he thrust his hands into the soft mess of her hair to keep her close.
“I didn’t think there would be any more good times,” she said in a low voice, her breath tickling his skin. “I’m glad you proved me wrong.”
He cupped the smooth contours of her cheek reading it by touch. He wanted to believe, to lose himself in all her voluptuous curves. He’d never spoken about Tom out loud before, and his words hung in the air, fragile and full of love for his brother.
“Everyone’s been through hell, Garrick. We’ve all been pushed to and beyond
our limits, and done things we regret.” Thoughts and secrets flitted across her face. “I’m only starting to realise we can lose ourselves in that, or we can find a way out. Choose something else.”
He nodded in agreement, letting her words sink in. “And you?”
“I never knew my real parents. I was fostered.” After a shaky breath, she shrugged. “Men have told me I have intimacy issues.” Her face dipped avoiding his eyes briefly, but her voice remained steady. “Maybe I do.”
I can help you with that.
He groaned in pleasure as her hand continued to tease his cock, urging him on. He rose against her, pressing her down into the folds of the blanket, tracing his hand down the finely sculpted bones of her face. “I’m not who you think I am, Anna. I don’t know if I can be what you need.”
She didn’t flinch from his words.
“I know what you are. There’s darkness there, but that’s part of all of us now. The Chittrix brought that with them, and it’s not going away. We need to learn to live with it. Otherwise, we may as well go offer ourselves up to them.” Looking him straight in the eye, her face was serious. “Neither of us is going to do that. Besides, I like what I see.”
She reached for him with a force that took him by surprise and pushed him back onto the rough blanket, her thighs pinning him beneath her. She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples lightly, entrancing him. Her pupils dilated with lust, she shifted above him, her sleek entrance sliding the length of his shaft in a silken caress. His fingers pressed into the yielding flesh of her backside, holding her close.
“God. You’re like honey,” he murmured, his head dropping back on the blanket. She continued to rock along the length of him, tipping her pelvis so the tip of his cock brushed her clit.
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