“I told you I want you inside,” she complained.
“Yeah, well, I want it to last. I want you so bad I’m about to explode.”
“Then explode.”
He shot her a rogue grin. “Not until you do.”
She gave one final attempt at getting her way, but he grasped her wrist with his fingers before she could reach for his dick. Then he took her other wrist, shoved both up over her head and locked them together with one strong hand.
“Now be patient,” he ordered, his dark eyes flickering with both arousal and amusement.
“Yes sir.”
Very slowly, he rubbed his cock over her opening again, dragging it up and down her wet slit. Each time his tip brushed over her clit she shuddered. And each time she arched her hips he withdrew and shook his head with disapproval. He was still restraining her hands, but his hard grip only drove her wild. She kind of liked being at his mercy, lying beneath him while he did whatever he wanted to her feverish body.
45
Elle Kennedy
Her breasts started to tingle, her nipples hardened, her pussy clenched, and yet he still didn’t enter her. His torturous teasing became too much, her body was too primed, and when he finally plunged into her there was no stopping the orgasm.
It hit her like a freight train. Rushed through her blood, clamped onto her muscles and sucked all the breath right out of her lungs. She heard herself moaning but the sound was muffled by the roar of her pulse in her ears.
Garrett didn’t slow down, didn’t let her recover. He just tightened his hold on her wrists, biting down on her neck and filling the room with husky groans that signaled he was close.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her bare feet resting on his taut backside as she lifted her hips off the mattress to bring him in deeper. Keeping her eyes open, she watched as his features strained and his eyes grew heavy-lidded from his impending release.
“Come on, Johnny,” she murmured, loving the expression on his face, loving that she was the one who put it there.
He buried his face in the curve of her neck, his cock began to pulsate, and then— oh yes—he was coming inside her. She could feel his heart racing, thudding against her breasts like an erratic tribal drum. He groaned, thrust one last time, then grew slack.
“Jesus,” he wheezed out. “Is it just me or does it only get better with us?”
Finally letting go of her wrists, he rolled over and pulled her on top of him. She pressed her face against his chest and hooked one leg over his muscular thighs. They lay there for a few long moments, neither of them speaking, neither of them moving, until Garrett reached down and laced his fingers through hers.
“It was definitely worth the wait,” he murmured, answering her earlier question.
Her heart leaped up and did a little flip-flop. God, she was outrageously into this man. She’d never imagined he could be so tender, so sweet. She wished she could lie in bed with him forever, hold his hand and kiss him and wake up to his sexy face every morning for the rest of her life.
“Let’s stay here forever,” he mumbled, echoing her thoughts.
46
Heat of the Moment
She stroked his rippled chest and planted a kiss on one flat nipple. “I’d love to.” The image of a refrigerator full of cakes floated into the foreground of her brain. “But I can’t,” she added reluctantly.
She shifted and his fingers instantly curled over her hip. “No getting up.”
A sigh slid out of her throat. “I have to.”
“I forbid it.”
Laughing, she disentangled herself from his embrace and got to her feet. Her legs almost gave out on her, the sweet aftershocks of her orgasm still fluttering through her body. “I’m serious. I have an entire refrigerator of cakes that need to be delivered.” The alarm clock now read ten-thirty. Damn. She was already cutting it close. A lot of the cakes needed to be delivered by noon.
“Can’t you do the deliveries later?” Garrett grumbled.
She smiled at the disappointment flashing in his eyes. “I really can’t. But if you want, you can be my driver and hang out with me all day.”
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Garrett’s cell phone went off. He swore softly, leaning over the side of the bed and reaching for his cargo pants. He fished his cell out of one of the pockets, frowned when he saw the number on the screen and lifted the phone to his ear. “Garrett,” he said briskly.
Shelby watched as he listened to whatever was being said on the other end of the line. He didn’t say much, except a couple “Yes, sirs”, and a quick, “I’ll be right there”.
And then he hung up the phone and the disappointment in his eyes deepened into regret.
“That was my commander,” he told her.
“Oh.” She swallowed. “I take it you have to go?”
He nodded.
“Overseas?”
He was already getting out of bed and fumbling for his clothes. “Probably.”