“God, Garrett.” She was breathless, straining in his arms.
“Relax, baby,” he murmured against her lips. “I’ve got you. We’re going to take the edge off, and then we’ll play.” He reached behind her neck, releasing the catch of her dress. He stepped back, his heart hammering in his chest as the material fluttered down her body and landed in a shimmering pool at her feet.
Sweet Mary, Mother of God.
Jessa stood before him, black thigh-highs secured by garters that hung from a tiny scrap of black lace around her hips. The rest of her glorious body was bare to his gaze, exactly as he’d imagined. Her breasts were beautiful, a perfect fit for his hands. Darkened nipples tipped the tanned mounds. All he could think about was drawing each one in his mouth until she writhed beneath him. The bare lips of her * glistened, beckoning him to touch her, taste her. He cleared his throat. “Where are your panties?”
Her lips quirked. “Didn’t wear any.”
He groaned. She was going to kill him. “It’s a damn good thing I didn’t know that earlier, or we’d have never made it out of the restaurant. Hell, we may have never made it to the restaurant. Jesus, it was hard enough knowing you weren’t wearing a bra. Come here, Jessa, I need to touch you.” He spun her in a slow circle, taking in every inch of her. He ran his palm over the satiny skin of her ass. “Did you wear this get up for me, princess?”
“Maybe.”
He pulled her to him, holding her arms behind her back. Her breath hitched, her eyes darkened. She liked it rough. He saw it in her gaze, in the way she clawed at him. And God help him, he’d give it to her. “You did, didn’t you?” He bent his head and flicked the tip of his tongue over her nipple. “Mmm. So sweet. Tell me you want me. God, Jessa,” he said and sucked the tight bud deep into his mouth and felt the last of his restraint go.
Chapter Seven
“I want you.” Three little words, the best she could do when she was about to combust into a pile of ash on his carpet. Her body trembled, her knees threatening to buckle. If he hadn’t slipped an arm around her waist she’d be a puddle on the floor.
Garrett feasted on her breasts. He cupped them, brushed his thumbs across the sensitive peaks before rolling each bud between his fingers and she was lost. In this moment, it wasn’t wrong for them to be together. She wasn’t bad for him. Her passion not a detriment to his career, his life.
Nothing existed except his touch.
She reached for his shoulders, her nails digging through his shirt, needing more. She cried out as he pinched her nipples and sparks shot through her breasts, the sensation echoing in her clit.
He pushed his leg between hers and pressed up, raising her until she was riding his thigh. The pressure and friction against her naked flesh was too much. Her face heated, knowing the moisture weeping from her * would drench his slacks.
His chest rumbled. “As beautiful as your skin is, all rosy and pink, I won’t have any shame from you.” He arched his hips, the hot, rigid length of his erection pressing against her hip. “You feel how hard I am? You did that to me, Jessa.” He nibbled along her jaw line. “Don’t be embarrassed with me, baby. Never with me.”
His mouth slanted over hers, his lips moist and warm. She opened at his urging and his tongue took over — licking, tasting, taking everything she had and demanding more. More was good. More was imperative. Like breathing.
He shifted until his fingers teased up the inside of her thigh. “Open your legs, Jess. Let me see how wet you are for me.”
She choked on a breath as he found her sensitive flesh. His gentle fingers caressed her slit, spreading her arousal over her folds. A whimper tore from her throat as he touched her clit, fire igniting in her womb as he flicked the engorged bud.