He pushed back to his knees, draping her legs over his hips, and continued to pound into her. “You can. Come with me,” he demanded and pressed his thumb to her clit.
Jessa flew. Not the intense tidal wave of before, but a gentle crest that melted her, scattered her particles on the wind. She soared, her body light, nonexistent. From a hundred miles away she heard Garrett’s shout as he gained his own release.
She closed her eyes and breathed deep, reveling in the feel of him over her. She could get used to this.
Garrett moved from her, rolling to his side. Jessa turned with him, content to curl up in his arms. He held her as she gained her breath, as her world turned right-side up again.
Feeling vulnerable in the aftermath, she arched her neck, searching for his gaze. His wide-eyed stare met hers and Jessa’s heart sank.
The panic was undeniable. Oh, she knew that look.
It was the look of a man who realized he’d just made a mistake.
*
Garrett felt raw, exposed.
Drained.
He couldn’t form a coherent sentence right now if his life depended on it. Fuck, he’d never come so hard in his life. He may have even blacked out for a second or two.
Her moans and tiny whimpers of pleasure, her hungry pleas, drove him wild. She’d tied him in knots, twisted his guts until he couldn’t breathe but for her. Until she’d been all that mattered.
Something happened as he’d buried himself inside her. Something he didn’t have a name for. Something he didn’t want to think about.
It scared the shit out of him.
He cradled Jessa, held her close to his chest as he recovered from the power of his release. She stretched her neck and he met her sleepy gaze. He was in awe of her. She was gorgeous like this. Her tousled hair fell over her shoulder. Her neck and throat showed the signs of his stubble. Her kiss-swollen lips were too much of a temptation.
He leaned in, but she turned away. Not what he’d expected after the mind-blowing sex they’d shared.
“Jess, you okay, baby?”
The smile she offered didn’t reassure him.
“That was fun, thanks.”
Fun?
“Jessa —”
“I need to go.” She sat up and threw her legs over the side of the bed.
Garrett caught her around the waist and brought her back against his chest. “Don’t.”
Jessa laughed and wiggled out of his arms. She moved from the bed, her skin still slick from their passion.
“Stay. Shower with me.”
“I have to get back to my room.” She looked pointedly at his latex covered cock. An expression resembling relief swept over her features before she replaced it with a grin. “You really had me out of it, because I have no idea when you had time to do that. I’m glad you did, thank you. At least one of us kept their head.”
“That’s debatable,” he mumbled, wary of her tone. “You aren’t protected?” If she knew how close he’d been to forgetting, she wouldn’t look so grateful.
“I’m on the pill, but … you know.”
Garrett rolled off the bed, removed the condom and tossed it into the wastebasket. “If that’s another dig about my supposed whorish ways, you can save it. It’s not my style.” She skirted around him as he reached for her again. “In fact, you’re the first woman I’ve had sex with in a long time.”
She arched a brow. “Not many men would admit to something like that. How long?” she asked, collecting her hose, garters and shoes.
He didn’t want to have this conversation right now. He wanted to pull her back to bed and feel her warmth against him. He wanted to sink back into her heat and lose himself in her. “I’ve got nothing to be ashamed about. I’ve been busy, and quick one-nighters don’t do it for me anymore.” Meaning he’d have more than one night with her. “And it’s been over a year.”
“A year, really?” There was a subtle tremor in her voice. “That’s a long time.”