“Tyler’s touch.” She kept her voice low, seductive. “His hands on me.” She ran her hands over her breasts, down her stomach, her movement slow, methodical. “His body against mine as we danced.” She rolled her hips as she smoothed the dress over her curves. She closed her eyes for a second, as if reliving the moment, before dropping her hands to her sides and giving him a dry stare.
“I didn’t feel anything special. Tyler doesn’t do it for me, Garrett. I could simply relax and enjoy myself. But you,” she jabbed his chest. “You turn me inside out. One look and I’m ready for you. My nipples get hard thinking about you, so when you put your hands on me tonight, yeah. It was too much. All I could think about was your kiss, what it would feel like to have your hands all over my skin. How you would taste if I took you into my mouth. One touch, Garrett, and I needed you so badly that I didn’t think I could take another minute.”
“You make me insane, you know that?” He stepped closer, his hands gripping her arms and lifting her against him. “I’m going to kiss you, Jessa. Tell me no.” He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. “Goddamn it, tell me no.”
Yeah, no way that was happening. She hadn’t stopped thinking about the last time they’d kissed. She wanted more, and she wasn’t going to wait another minute. She tipped her head and pressed her mouth to his.
*
Garrett was losing his fucking mind. The feel of her soft mouth on his sent a bolt of lightning straight to his dick. He’d been hard since the moment she’d opened the door tonight, that damn dress taunting him with her every movement. Making him crazy to know if she wore anything underneath.
“Damn it, Jessa.” He ripped his lips from hers. “I can’t. You’re … fuck. We can’t do this.” He needed to get away from her. He needed to get inside her.
Either way, he was fucked.
Jessa stood there, her expression stunned. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession to his. “Are you serious?”
“You should go.” His voice was hard, determined, a last ditch effort to do the right thing before he destroyed everything. It took every bit of his restraint not to throw her over the arm of the couch and sink into her from behind. And he wouldn’t stop there. Not even close. The way he felt right now, he’d take her every way imaginable and a few ways he might make up as they go along. If she didn’t go now.
“I don’t want to go. It’s just you and me here, Garrett. Just you and me.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Don’t deny us this night. Please, Garrett.”
Need filled her teary eyes. Her mumbled words were his downfall. There’d be no more tears tonight. Only pleasure. He’d make her forget all about her tears because now, there’d be no walking away.
He yanked her to his chest, lifting her feet from the floor as he ground his hips against her. Even fully clothed, the heat from her * burned him, set his blood on fire. He took her mouth, forcing his way in until her taste flowed over his tongue.
She went limp in his arms, his body molding to her every curve. He couldn’t wait. Mindless of anything except getting inside her, Garrett reached between them and loosened his belt.
Her hands, soft and tentative, threaded around his neck. A shudder racked his body as she toyed with the ends of his hair. She scraped her nails along his neck. The little vixen dug into his shoulders, her tongue more insistent in his mouth.
He cupped the back of her neck, holding her in place while he dined on the most delicious mouth he’d ever tasted.
“You taste so sweet, so warm and inviting. I could spend all night kissing you, Jess.” He teased his tongue across her mouth. “Your lips are so full and pretty. Red and swollen from my kisses. Do you have any idea what that does to me? Damn, I can’t wait to see those lips wrapped around my cock.” He looked into her eyes, glazed over with desire. “You’re so beautiful, Jessa. Can I see the rest of you? Will you show me what I want to see, baby?”