I pulled my head to the side, not able to look at him. “I don’t want to shatter your heart, Garrett. But I’m not sure I can promise that I won’t. I don’t know what happens from here. What all this means,” I told him honestly, knowing he deserved no less.
Garrett pulled my face back around so that I looked at him again. “Handle it with care, please. Because I want to give it to you. Completely,” he murmured, placing my hand on his chest.
My eyes hazed over with unshed tears and I felt way too emotional. I didn’t know what to do with all of these feelings. I felt choked up and downright sick to my stomach by the implications of his testament.
I had a feeling Garrett Bellows might actually love me. And that was a huge complication that I couldn’t face right now.
I started to pull away, ready to shut this down when Garrett held me firm. “Don’t you dare run away from this,” he said harshly. And then his mouth was on mine. Rough and unapologetically brutal. And given the emotional wreckage of my current situation, I needed this.
I threw myself into kissing him. Into touching him. Into immersing myself in him.
Garrett pulled away suddenly and looked down at me, a fierce light in his eyes. “Are you sure, Riley? We’ve been here before and honestly I don’t think I can take you turning me away right now,” Garrett’s words were as close to a plea as I had ever heard from him.
I shook my head. “I won’t push you away,” I said emphatically.
Garrett smiled down at me, lighting up the world. “You promise?” he asked.
“Promise,” I swore just as he took possession of me again. Our lips moved together in unison. His tongue, my tongue, sliding and loving each other.
His hands, almost hesitant, gripped the hem of my shirt and dragged it up over my head. Once it was on the floor with his, Garrett looked down at me in wonder. “I have never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life,” he said and it was on the tip of my tongue to make some sort of sarcastic remark. But the look in his eye killed the words.
I hooked my arms around his neck and forcefully brought his mouth back to mine.
After that, any hesitation on his part was gone. We were one perfect blend of want and need as we peeled each other’s clothes away until we were completely naked together. Garrett’s hand came up to cup my breast, his thumb rolling over the sensitive flesh as his tongue ran up the side of my throat. He suckled and nibbled as fingers circled around the taught nipple.
His mouth took the place of his hand and as he sucked my nipple into his mouth I arched back off the bed. Garrett brought my leg to wrap around his waist, lining us up perfectly. His hand came between us and touched the throbbing folds between my thighs.
“You’re so fucking wet, Riley. Fuck…” he groaned into my mouth as his finger slid through the wet warmth. My hips pumped against his hand, greedy for his touch. And when his finger finally entered me, I moaned so loudly I felt a momentary mortification.
Garrett pushed my hair back off of my face. “I want to hear you, Riley. I need to know you like what I’m doing to you. That you want me to touch you,” he said fiercely and I realized then what my continued rejection had done to him. I had taken this confident man and made him second-guess himself. And in the heat of our lust, I hated myself for that.
I pressed into his hand, feeling him slid in and out of my body and my eyes closed. “I love it, Garrett. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” I said in a thready whisper. Garrett’s mouth claimed mine again and he reached for his pants and pulled out his wallet. I barely registered the tearing of foil and the slight movement as he rolled on the condom.
All I was aware of was the moment when his body lined up with mine and I felt him hard and waiting at my entrance. Garrett pulled back slightly and looked down at me.
“I want to watch you this time. I want to see your face when I’m inside you,” he said and if I wasn’t already flushed and excited, I would be at his words.