Her hand fluttered across her throat. “What do you want from me?”
Garrett held tight to the temper threatening to erupt. “I want you to fucking talk to me! If there’s something bothering you, or something I’ve done to hurt you then you need to fucking tell me about it. Not leave me wondering what the hell is going on. And avoiding me just pisses me off.”
He stormed back to the door and flipped the lock, taking a moment to breathe. He schooled his expression as he turned back to her. “You think I’m sorry about last night? I don’t know what you saw, sweetheart, but I promise you, it wasn’t regret.”
Every muscle in his body screamed in protest as he held himself in check. “Mind-blowing, intense pleasure …” He walked a slow, wide circle around her, herding her away from the windows. “An orgasm so powerful, I swear my balls are still recovering.” He gave her a look to assure her that he’d recovered enough. “These are things I felt last night, sweetheart. Not regret.”
His dick throbbed, fully engorged in his shorts. “I can still feel you, Jessa.” He kept his voice soft, soothing, as if he were coaxing a scared rabbit. “The warmth of your skin, the taste of you on my tongue.” Ignoring her sharp intake of breath, he backed her into the wall.
Not touching her was no longer an option. “Does that feel like regret, baby?” He rubbed his erection against her stomach, groaning as pleasure spiked through his balls. He wanted nothing more than to lay her out and shove his dick so far into her that she’d wear his imprint for hours, days. He wanted to touch and taste every inch of her.
He wanted things he knew were impossible.
For now, he’d settle for making her come until she couldn’t see straight.
“Last night threw me, Jess.” He trailed his lips across her jaw. “You took my breath away, and I won’t apologize for being a little dazed afterward any more than I’ll apologize for this.” He pushed her shirt up, groaning as he exposed the sexiest red lace bra he’d ever seen. He tugged the edges down, and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
Sweet heaven.
Every cell in his body screamed to take her, but he couldn’t. Not yet. He wanted her hot and desperate, with him every step of the way.
Her soft moan was music to his ears. He went from one nipple to the other, lingering, tasting, teasing the tormented buds until they were peaked and rosy.
“I love your nipples, Jess. So pretty.” He rolled one between his fingers. “Pink and glistening from my mouth. Like your * is going to be.”
“Garrett.” She dug her nails into his shoulders and his dick thickened even more.
“I’m not going to fuck you, princess. Not here. Not now.”
She whimpered in protest and he pulled at the button on her shorts.
“I should walk away and leave you as fucking needy as I’ve been all day. Make you wait. Make you crazy.” His heart pounded in his throat as the sound of her zipper filled the space between them. Even as he said the words, he knew he’d never be able to do it. He was dying to feel her, if not around his dick then clenching his fingers.
“Why are you doing this to me?” She arched into his hand.
“What am I doing, baby? Am I making you wet?” His breath was coming in short spurts now, the game he’d started backfiring as blood continued to fill his aching cock.
She tested his restraint like no other woman and he prayed he’d be able to keep his promise of not fucking her. For now. He had bigger plans for when he took her again. Plans that didn’t include the possibility of interruption at any moment.
He teased his finger along the edge of her panties. “What will I find when I touch you, Jess?” He smiled against her neck as she tilted to give him better access. “That’s my girl.” He nipped the sensitive tissue at the base of her neck.
“You’ll find me ready.” Her voice was thick with need. “God, Garrett. Touch me, damn it.”
*
Crazy. That’s what he made her. Bat-shit, ready for the loony bin, crazy.