Jessa had never met a man who’d willingly admit to being celibate for a year, but then to admit sex with her had rattled him? She’d never left a man breathless before. She didn’t know what to do with that. Garrett was straight-forward. Honest in a way that surprised the hell out of her. He didn’t play around.
God, unless it was with her nipples.
She held his head as he passed from one breast to the other, leaving a wet trail of kisses between. Her skin tingled, tightened across muscles gone rigid with pleasure. Holy shit, the man knew what to do with his mouth.
Jessa had known she’d never get away with it. Secretly hoped she wouldn’t. After last night, she didn’t know how she’d ever manage to get Garrett Donovan out of her system. She’d been stupid to think she could avoid him.
He was her job, after all.
She was supposed to watch, not touch. No sweet, sweet touching.
His hands teased the edge of her panties until she was rolling her hips forward, silently begging him to move lower. Forget the idea of no touching. It was far too late for that. Far too late.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, lacing them together behind his head as he feasted on her breasts. Thank God he’d lifted her and wrapped her limbs around his hips because she was sure her legs had quit working. Her head and shoulders rode the wall as she savored the sensations coursing through her body. Sizzling sparks of fire that raced from her nipples to her womb as he nipped and sucked at her.
Releasing her breast, he moved upward, trailing his tongue over her collarbone and up her neck. Shivers racked her body as velvet lips caressed her cheek, drawing a path to her ear. Warm breath tickled her senses as his tongue traced the outer shell. “Have dinner with me. In my room.”
One hand held her neck while the other skimmed to her waistline. He shifted his hips and opened her to his roaming hand. His fingers breached her panties, easing over her *, aching and wet with desire.
“Yes, Garrett. God, yes. I’ll have dinner with you.”
He traced her slit, light and teasing, before cradling her with his hand. “Not only tonight, Jessa.”
“What? What are you … mmm.” The needs of her body overrode basic brain function. She fought to track his words instead of the path of his finger, now circling her entrance. She met his gaze and knew instantly he’d get whatever he wanted from her. His heavy lids, the sensual curve of his mouth. Every part of him set her on fire, but it was the heat in his eyes that did it for her. Without a doubt, he wanted her. It was intoxicating, made her desperate to throw caution to the wind.
His thumb caressed her cheek as his other hand played havoc in her panties. “We still have over a week before you go back to New York. Spend it with me. The nights, I mean.”
She dug her heels into his ass and rocked against his fingers, trying to force them inside her. “You know that’s not a good idea. We can’t get too involved. Too risky.” She moaned the last part as he finally gave her what she wanted — his finger inside her, teasing the sensitive tissue deep within.
The irony of not getting involved was lost in the heat of the moment.
“We’ll be careful.”
He added another finger, then another, stretching her in that glorious way that made her nerve endings sing. “And what happens at the end of the week, Garrett?” she breathed. “We just walk away from each other?”
His response was buried against her lips as he overtook her mouth, squelching further conversation.